Times Like These Chapter 1: Meeting The Golden Boy ... And What Does Nachoistic Even Mean?
Unfortunately, I do not own Glee, its creators RIB do.
3 Weeks Ago – September 5, 2011
"How could he take away everything I've worked for!" Finn yelled as he slammed his locker shut.
"Chill dude," Puck said, trying to calm his teammate down.
"No!" Finn argued. "He took away my number 10 jersey, he even stole my captaincy. What am I going to do? I just lost all of my popularity!"
"Honestly man, Fabray deserves the captain armband. You're seriously overreacting, even I learned that popularity isn't everything."
"Now all the guys on the hockey team are going to slushy me since I'm no longer captain of the soccer team. Do you know how much shit I'm going to get again for being the co-captain of Glee?" Finn complained.
"You were the one who said you could deal with it, I guess you're just always going to lie and try to change what you said before. I actually thought you cared about Glee Club," Puck said. "Now I know you only made that up to be with Rachel. Haven't you done enough already?"
"What do you mean, Puck?" Finn asked. "I do care about Glee Club. And why are you already siding with Fabray? You barely even know him!"
"Yeah, but it doesn't mean I don't see skill when I see it!" Puck retorted. "Oh yeah, if you want others to actually believe you care about Glee Club, then you should actually do something to help the other Gleeks. Even I stopped with the slushies and throwing people into dumpsters. Some of them are actually pretty cool, we just never gave them a chance because we cared too much about our reputation."
"Are you serious Puck? I thought you were my bro! You're throwing away your cool by standing up for the Gleeks," Finn said.
"You're wrong, Finn. You are just too selfish and narcissistic to see that only the Glee Club and Mr. Schue care about you."
"What does that even mean?" Finn asked. "You're seriously spending too much time around Rachel. You're starting to talk like her."
"It means self-absorbed, basically it means you're always obsessed with yourself and self-centered and don't give a shit about other people," Puck answered.
"I'm not nachoistic or whatever you just said!" Finn yelled.
"The word was narcissistic, and yes you are."
"When did you get so smart anyways?" Finn asked. "I thought you only thought with your dick."
"I'm tired of people giving my mom and I looks of disappointment and sympathy because my dad was a dead-beat. I wanted to give myself, my mom and my little sister something to be proud about once I get my grades up and get into a decent school so I can hope to have a good job once I get older. Besides, I have the best tutor here in Lima, my Jewish American princess!"
"Wait a minute, Rachel's your tutor? Why didn't I know about this?"
"You only care about yourself," Puck simply said.
"That's not true," Finn whined. "I'm just trying to uphold my reputation!"
"What reputation are you trying to uphold anyway?"
"I'm the captain and star of the soccer team," Finn said with a dopey grin.
"Were," Puck reminded the taller boy. "You were still slushied by the hockey players when you were the captain of the soccer team and you weren't even part of Glee Club then!"
"That's why I don't need the Gleeks to pull my reputation down anymore."
"That's where you're wrong Finn," Puck said. "The Gleeks are the only ones who see the good in you. To everyone else in McKinley now, you're just a benched player on the soccer team."
"What kind of friend are you? Now that your reputation is better than mine, you're talking shit about me right in front of my face."
I'm not," Puck replied. "I'm your friend, which means I'm supposed to tell you the truth even if you don't want to believe it. But even if I barely know Quinton, I can tell you right now that he's a lot cooler than you have been for a while."
"Oh so I rank lower now because Fabray's the new captain?" Finn fumed.
"I'm just saying that he has a good personality and a better way of dealing with things than you ever have," Puck said. "Plus he's a total God on the field. He can make scoring a whole lot easier with his killer passes and perfect crosses. We actually have a good chance at winning nationals this year with Coach Beiste and Fabray. Before they joined, nationals were just something we could dream about!"
"Whatever man," Finn huffed as he grabbed his backpack and left.
The Next Day – September 6, 2011 (Afterschool)
"Hey B," Santana said as she wrapped her arms around her girlfriend.
"Yes, Sanny?" Brittany asked.
"Did you hear about the new guy who transferred to our school?" Santana asked.
"Yeah," Brittany replied. "The Cheerios were all talking about him. What's his name though?"
"Quinton Fabray," Santana answered.
"He's really here?" Brittany asked excitably. "We need to go see him now!" the blonde said as she dragged the Latina down the halls to find Quinton.
After about half an hour of looking around for the blonde boy, Santana was ready to give up, even if it meant disappointing her girlfriend.
"We've looked everywhere B," Santana said. "Let's just go home."
"No!" Brittany said. "We still haven't checked one place."
"Where?" Santana asked.
"The boy's locker room!" Brittany exclaimed.
"What? We can't go into the boy's locker room!" Santana said.
"Please?" Brittany asked with a pout.
And of course Santana was a goner.
"Fine," Santana said. "But if he isn't there, we're going to go home ok?"
"Yay!"
I'm going to kill you once I find you, Fabray! Santana thought to herself.
"Come on, San!" Brittany said, while pushing the door open.
"Woah!" a tall blonde boy with a semi-faux hawk said, immediately wrapping a towel around his waist. "What are you girls doing here? The girl's bathroom is down the hall."
Before Santana could reply with a sarcastic remark, her girlfriend had already let go of her hand and jumped onto the other blonde. The boy, who had already anticipated the move, instantly shifted his body and catch Brittany with his arms in a flying hug before putting her back on the ground. To Santana's amusement, the towel tied around the boy's waist had loosened when he shifted his body, dropping onto the floor and revealing his lower body to the Latina.
"You're rather … large," Santana said with a smirk.
The boy's cheeks reddened in embarrassment as he quickly pulled on his boxer-briefs and jeans.
"Don't be mean to Quinton, Sanny!" Brittany told her girlfriend.
"That's right, Sanny!" the blonde boy teased, bending down to pick up the towel on the floor, luckily avoiding the death glare the Latin sent his way
"We should hang out once you're finished," Brittany suggested.
"Sure, Britt-Britt!" Quinton said as he put on his long sleeved white v-neck shirt and rolled the sleeves up.
"Good idea, B." Santana commented. "I definitely want to get to know hot stuff over there."
"Ok," Quinton said. "Let me just grab the rest of my stuff and I'll meet you out at the front."
"Sorry for the long wait," Quinton apologized to the girls.
"You damn right should be," Santana said.
"It's ok," Brittany said. "You only took 7 minutes."
"I know, Britt-Britt. It's just that Ms. Lopez here isn't too happy with me, so I'm bringing the two of you to Breadstick's, my treat."
"You're treating us to Breadstick's? That's awesome!" Santana said. "Wait, how are we going to get a table? We don't even have reservations."
"I have my ways," Quinton said with a wink before turning around and leading the girls to his black Mercedes jeep.
"Table for 3 please," Quinton told the hostess.
"Quinton!" the hostess said. "Would you and your friends like to sit at a regular table or the VIP room?"
"Hi Kim," Quinton said. "We'll take the VIP room, we don't want the customers complaining about us taking their table."
"Of course," Kim replied, flashing him a grateful smile. "Would you like me to show you in?"
"We'll be fine," Quinton said, leading the two girls into the secret room that even a Breadstick's regular like Santana had no idea about.
"Tell me your secret," Santana begged as Quinton stirred his chocolate flavored milkshake.
"About how I could get a VIP table here?" Quinton asked.
The Latina nodded.
"That's because my dad owns this restaurant."
"What! Really?" Santana asked.
"Yes," Quinton replied. "You know, I might as well answer any other questions you have about me, so ask away."
"Great!" Santana said. "So where are you from?"
"San Francisco," Quinton replied.
"A golden boy," Santana said with a nod. "How'd you meet Brittany?"
"We met during summer camp and we've been close ever since."
"Are you 7-inches?" Santana asked, "because that thing was the largest one I've seen in my life."
"8-inches actually," Quinton said, slightly uncomfortable.
"Chill out," Santana said. "I'm not going to flirt with you or anything, I've got B now. Actually, now that I think about it, I would have had you at my bed by now if this was a year ago."
"Well I'm glad that you two are finally dating now," Quinton said. "I was rooting for Brittana since way back."
"It's Santitany by the way," Santana replied. "Anyways, speaking of dating, tell me about your girlfriend or boyfriend."
"I'm actually single right now," Quinton answered.
"Are you serious? You're single!" Santana exclaimed.
"Uh … yeah? I really like this girl at our school though."
"Well is it one of the Cheerios then?" Santana asked.
"Of course not," Brittany answered for the other blonde. "He likes Rachel."
"What?" the two exclaimed, utterly surprised.
"I didn't even tell you yet, Britt-Britt!" Quinton said.
"It was obvious," Brittany replied before going back to playing with her spaghetti with meatballs.
"You like Berry?" Santana asked. "Oh my god."
"Nothing's wrong with Rachel," Brittany said. "We're going to help you make her your girlfriend, right Sanny?"
Santana sighed in defeat. "Yes we are."
Present Day
"See Mr. Schuester, even with the purple piano project, there's still no one who wants to join Glee Club," Kurt said.
"That's right Mr. Schue," Mercedes added on. "Let's just focus more on practicing for sectionals now rather than recruiting new members."
"Come on guys," the Mr. Schuester said, trying to motivate the Glee Clubbers. "The purple piano project did work! We got Blaine and Sugar to try out."
"Oh please, Mr. Schue!" Kurt said. "Blaine was going to join the New Directions even without the purple piano project. And don't even get me started on Sugar."
"I hate to interrupt, but I'd like to join this Glee Club I've been hearing so much about."
"Quinton," Mr. Schuester said. "Come on in! See guys, I told you the purple piano project would work."
Every one of the Glee Clubbers just rolled their eyes.
"Yay!" Brittany squealed as she up from her seat and enveloped the other blonde in a hug. "Quinton is joining Glee Club!"
"That's right, B!" the blonde boy said, wrapping his arms around the Dutch girl.
"All right Q," Santana said from her seat. "You can let go of my girl now."
"Sorry S," Quinton said with a smirk.
"Just go sing your damn song," Santana replied with a small smile playing on her lips before intertwining her hand with Brittany's.
"Just let me grab my sticks and the music," Quinton said.
"Whenever you're ready," Mr. Schuester said.
"Of course he plays the drums," Finn muttered under his breath.
I've decided to rewrite the chapter 1 to give Noah or Puck more depth in his character. I thought I might as well rewrite chapter 2 and start on chapter 3 before all of my inspiration vanishes. Again, I apologize for the lack of updates, I promise you all that I will do my best to update sooner.