A/N: Eeek, I totally forgot about updating this. Anyways, the songs in this update are Grace Kelly - Mika and I'll Never Let You Go - Third Eye Blind. Artie's suggestion was based on what Kevin Mchale wanted on the show. Hooray.


The first chance all four boys were free, the first official meeting of Volume Eleven was held. Since Kurt's house was out of the question because of Artie, and Puck's mother was an extreme woman – it was held in the choir room after school. Finn checked his watch before putting his sticks down and resting an elbow on the snare drum to the left of him. Every other member was present about Kurt, and it was getting to the point where even he couldn't be fashionably late anymore.

"He's obviously forgotten about us." Artie said leaning his bass guitar against a plastic chair.

"I'm leaving." Puck said standing up from his slouch.

"Oh hold your horses and call yourself a cowboy, Noah. I'm here." Kurt said marching though the door with a yellow cassette player in hand. Puck shrugged and sat back down, bringing his guitar into his lap.

"Now that we're all here, I took the liberty of finding some possible -" Finn started, reaching behind him for the pile of sheet music he found on the Internet the night before.

"I'm gonna stop you there." Kurt said putting the cassette player on the lid of the baby grand piano and afterwords crossing his arms. "It has come to my attention that this ensemble has no, no – pizazz. Gentlemen, I have a solution." And with that he pressed play and braced himself against the side of the piano.

"I tried to be like Grace Kelly, but all her looks were to sad. So I tried a little Freddy, I've gone identity mad. I could be brown, I could be blue, I could violet sky. I could be -"

"No." Puck stated, getting up and pressing the eject button on the music player.

"I wasn't done." Kurt said placing his hands on his hips.

"What part of Rock band don't you understand?"

"I-I have to agree." Artie quietly added, raising his hand slightly. "Actually, I was thinking of covering something more among the lines of Mcfly."

"That's more like it, I guess, but what about the classics? Journey, AC/DC, Aerosmith." Finn said turning to his friends.

"No, what we do is Bullet for My Valentine. Those hot little Goth girls will go crazy in the pants and be all over us." Puck nodded with a sketchy eyebrow raise.

"Oh god." Kurt put down, making a face.

"I don't like that." Artie said narrowing his eyes at Puck, Tina in mind.

"God, you guys are such virgins." He sighed, looking up at the ceiling.

"Whoa, whoa, hey now. Santana, sophomore year?" Finn defended, standing up and leaving the drumsticks in his place. Sure he wasn't exactly proud of the way he lost his "V-card", but it was more then some could say.

"I can't be put under that generalization either." Artie said, tugging at the collar of his white button down shirt nervously. The whole group snapped their necks towards their wheelchair bound friend, all thinking the same thing. Artie forgot that Tina was the only one who knew about his, erm – capabilities.

"I miss her." He sighed, leaning back in his wheelchair and drooping his shoulders.

"What happened between the two of you anyways?" Finn asked pulling up a chair next to Artie and straddling it.

It was a stupid fight really, so much that Artie didn't even remember exactly what sparked it, but never the less it was heated. Both parties said things, and he didn't even mean anything he said to her that chilly night in her bedroom – it just came out.

"Let's play…it'll get your mind off Tina." Finn said dismounting his chair.

"You think so?" Artie questioned.

"Problem, we have no set genre." Kurt said, also speaking with his hands.

"Music is music, man. Who cares – we'll do a bit of everything. Like a bad ass Glee club." Finn said handing out tabs for "I'll Never Let You Go" By Third Eye Blind.

Because Kurt accidentally left his Keytar at home, he got behind the piano and scanned the sheet music as the rest of the band members set up their equipment. It was decided that Puck would be the technical "front man" but it was agreed upon that everyone would carry equal vocal responsibility. Rachel would have been proud.

"There's every good reason, for letting you go. She's sneaky and smoked out, and starting to show. I'll never let you go – I'll never let you go"

Once the last chord and beat were pressed out of their instruments, the boys glanced around the room at each other in awe – for they were actually pretty good. Each member felt it somewhere in their soul, what they had was going to be special.