A/N: Before you ask, yes, this title did come from the Beatles' song Eight Days a Week. I know the first chapter's not all that exciting, but this whole story is about the growing development of the Glee clubbers through the duration of eight days at this Summer camp. Please leave suggestions for characters or pairings in my reviews if you'd like- I could use a lot of help with this because for now I don't even know where to go with the pairings just yet. I know this chapter is mainly Puck-centric, but it'll change throughout the story. I'm aiming for eight chapters but I think I might do a bit more, too. Enjoy! Remember, reviews are love.
DISCLAIMER: No, I don't own Glee. How do you know this? Because if I did, the tribute episode after the Britney tribute episode would totally be a Beatles one.
Eight Days a Gleek
"Oh, well shouldn't you just get a fucking gold star then?" Puck snickered, leaned back in his chair and looked straight at Quinn, who looked the least-bit pleased.
"Please, Puck!" Quinn snapped and turned directly towards him, "Like you could go up there and do any better?"
"You bet," He crossed his arms and looked straight as his girlfriend in an eyeroll.
Quinn sighed and shook her head.
"Better than fucking Streisand over here at least." Puck raised an arm and pointed directly at Rachel, who kept quiet.
Finn looked back-and-forth, between Quinn and Puck, back at Rachel, at Puck again and then to Quinn. The noise level was beginning to irritate him, "Shut up!"
Rachel's eyes bulged and she folded her arms in a pout.
"You guys," Finn walked straight over to Rachel, "We're a family. We're at this camp for a reason."
Rachel nodded her head in agreement and looked up admiringly at Finn.
"Now are we going to spend the next eight days fighting like jackasses or are we going-"
Puck interrupted with a snicker, "The fuck, Hudson? Since when've you got lady parts?"
He received a high-five from Matt and a fist-pound from Mike after that one and he felt accomplished. He tried to ignore the eye-roll and remarks made by his girlfriend to Mercedes in the corner.
Last week, the last place any of the twelve of the teenagers would've thought that they would be was Camp Soul. Mr. Schuester calmly tried to explain that the camp allowed him to sign the group up way past the deadline because they fit the requirements to attend.
"And what are those requirements?" A hand shot up as did Rachel Berry's whole body.
Mr. Schuester, ignoring the comment, went on explaining how beneficial the camp would be. He explained that it allowed the opportunity for the group to really "explore each other from the soul and within" and "embrace each others' company."
"Fuck that shit," Puck quickly mumbled, "I'm bringing my friend Mario along with me."
And a high-five from Matt came along with that comment, too.
Seven days later, they were packed on a bus, suitcases and bags piled, spilling onto the aisle.
"What song shall we all engage in? I think, as a team, it's important to-"
"Save it, diva," Kurt held up a hand, "That's why we have iPods."
Mercedes and Kurt quickly grabbed one end of the earphones from Kurt's iPod touch and leaned back in their seats, letting out a sigh.
"Look, Berry," Puck threatened, "You let out one fucking note on this bus ride and your bed's going in that damn lake, you got me?"
Rachel gasped and took her seat, pulling out her own iPod.
Before everyone knew it, they were at a large wooden gate, the letters "CS" with an eighth note sculpted into it became more and more visible.
"Guys, I have a map, and I circled all of the-"
"Rachel," Mr. Schuester let out a husky breath, "No need."
Rachel raised an eyebrow, crumpling up her map in one hand and releasing it into the trash bin next to her.
"All of the activites are planned out for us. Camp Soul's activities are endless." Mr. Schuester said with a smile.
"Oh," Puck dug his foot into the ground, which seemed freshly wet, "Is our first activity to bake a fuckin' cake with rainbows or something?"
Quinn found herself snickering along with Mercedes at his comment and she turned to him, "Shut up, would you? This could be fun."
"The glass is definitely half-full," An over-tired, petite red-head trailed behind the rest of the group, lugging a suitcases two times too big for her, "Mr. Schuester thinks this camp will be good for you, and well-"
"Are you two sharing a cabin, Ms. Pillsbury?" Puck snickered and bit his lip, his eyes on Emma.
Ignoring his comment, she walked up to Will and whispered, everyone trying to make it out.
"This is like fucking telephone," Puck looked at his teammates, who were still trying to make out Will and Emma's conversation, "They're obviously fighting over who's on top tonight."
"Hey," Finn rested his arm on Puck's shoulder, "They're not even together, dude."
"Has that stopped people before?" Puck winked over at someone, who Finn later realized was Santana, Puck's ex-fling, and then turned back to Finn.
After unpacking and settling into their cabins, which in Puck's disappointment were split by gender, the whole team was told they were scheduled for a dinner at 6:30 in the dining hall.
"What the fuck," Puck looked at his watch and back up to his cabin-mates, "We can't be shirtless in the dining hall?"
"I w-would think so," Artie quietly said under his breath.
"Shut it, wheels." Puck took his hand forcefully and pushed Artie's wheelchair to the wall, leaving Finn's arms to catch it before crashing.
Mr. Schuester entered the boys' cabin with a clipboard.
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," Puck laughed at the sight of Mr. Schue scribbling down something with pen on what seemed to be a very over-sized clipboard, "I didn't know we all signed up for pussy camp."
Back at the girls' dorm, they were all dressed and ready fifteen minutes before they had to leave for dinner.
"Cute dress Quinn," Rachel examined Quinn's dress from the back, pointing out how the ruffles wrapped snug around Quinn's curves.
"Quit staring at me, Barbra." Quinn fussed with her mascara in the mirror, picking at what seemed to be every last eyelash.
"We're out." Mercedes and Tina quickly glided across the floor, followed by Santana and Brittany.
Quinn waited until she heard the door shut to speak, "You know," She said with a raised eyebrow, "I haven't seen you talk to Finn like, once."
Rachel felt her cheeks turning pink.
"You're like, in love with him, right?"
Rachel couldn't bring her mouth to form a word.
"Just say it, Streisand."
Rachel didn't say a word and just walked out of the cabin, fresh new map in-hand, and headed toward the dining hall.
Quinn sighed and fiddled with eye makeup some more.
After dinner, things were going more smoothly than they had been since the arrival at Camp Soul. Mr. Schuester suggested that the team headed to the back fields of the camp for a campfire, no one hesitating to attend.
"We're not just here for a campfire." Mr. Schuester looked at Ms. Pillsbury and then back up at everyone.
"We're here to do a little activity," Ms. Pillsbury finished his sentence while biting her lip, "It's called 'Bonfire Bonding'."
"Might as well call it 'Pussy Palooza' while we're at it!" Puck shot up from his chair, drawing himself nearer to the growing fire.
"Now, Puck," Mr. Schuester grew infuriated, "If you don't want to attend, go back to the cabin and-"
"Fine," Puck interrupted with a cold look, "But I'm taking Quinn with me." He stared down Quinn, waiting for her to throw the blanket she was wrapped up in off her body and get up and leave with him.
"No." She said with a cold tone.
"No?" His eyebrows raised.
"I'm not leaving, Puck. Mr. Schuester says we should bond? Maybe we should bond."
Puck looked confused, but he sat back down without hesitation.
"Okay," Mr. Schuester clapped his hands together, "We're going to go around in a circle and state one change we've noticed in ourselves in the past year. I'll-"
"This is gay," Puck suddenly spoke up.
"I second that." Santana raised her hand and nodded towards Puck.
"Can we just make smores?" Matt chimed in.
Soon, the whole campground was flooded with voices so loud they all tuned each other out.
Mr. Schuester, Ms. Pillsbury, Rachel and Finn were the only ones who sat in complete silence, their heads following those who were arguing.
"Hey!" Rachel suddenly stood up, grabbing everyone's attention.
Finn looked at her from the corner of his eye, but tried to make it look subtle.
"We're a team you guys," Rachel glared and crossed her arms, pouting in the act, "Heck, we're a family! Why argue about silly activites? Why? There's so much more to life, you guys."
Finn admired the girl standing on a chair in her argyle knee-socks, sweater with the owl and the gold flats to match.
"Shut the fuck up Berry. No one cares what you-" Puck glared at Rachel, still in-demand on the chair beside him.
"I think, Noah, that people do care!" Rachel looked down at Puck, who was now in an eye-roll, "I'm just trying to make peace, we have to do this together or-"
"Oh, well shouldn't you just get a fucking gold star then?"