I know I know, the chapters are really short. But I promise they will get longer as the story progresses and my ideas develop. I'm kind of going without a plan at the moment. But yeah, as always, feedback is appreciated. :) More chapters coming up soon.
It was finally Saturday.
The week had gone by in a whim. Too much schoolwork and singing lessons filling what small time I had that wasn't spent with Noah, Kurt, or my dads.
I'd actually invited Kurt over earlier that day for dinner so he could help me apply my make up for the party. We were making small talk when we heard a car honking outside and a deep voice yelling from downstairs.
"Rach honey! Noah's here."
"Thanks daddy we'll be right down." I replied to one of my two dads, Hiram. My dad was always working while daddy was more the stay at home parent.
"You ready?" I asked Kurt as I grabbed my coat. He nodded and we walked out the room and downstairs to get into our ride.
By ride I mean Puck's disgusting Chevrolet that his father had bought him earlier that year once he had gotten his license. The car stank of petrol, smoke, and sex. I didn't even want to think about what had been done on the seats I was sitting on.
"Hello lady pants, dayum Rach you look smokin'. I'm kind of jealous of Finn" Puck was looking back at us sporting his signature smirk that let me know he was kidding. Puck wasn't homophobic, he was actually a member of the McKinley High GSA and a great friend of my dads'. Kurt had also told me Puck was making more of an effort to become friends and to change Kurt's opinion of him, which made me realise how good of a friend puck was, since he was making an effort to be friends with Kurt since me and him were so close.
We entered the car and made ourselves comfortable. I tried not to appear flattered by Puck's compliment, because I was a feminist and believed that women should be appreciated for things other than looks, but I was quite flattered. I didn't often dress up so when I did, it was nice to be acknowledged and complimented, even if it was just Puck.
"Hello puck, your car smells like how I'd imagine the word necrophilia would. If words could smell." Kurt said with his face contorted in disgust.
I laughed at his stuck up demeanour. He was right though; it smelled like something had died here.
I ignored the smell for the sake of a good time.
"Sup Noah, let's go partay!" I felt buzzed already, even though I hadn't had anything to drink yet.
The atmosphere was just filled with excitement.
"YEAHHH" Puck shouted back while turning up the music to a point where we couldn't even hear ourselves think. He accelerated out onto the street almost hitting the lamppost on the other side of the road. Even Kurt let out a little excited scream, it could've been a shriek of fear but I'm just gonna go ahead and say it was cause he was excited.
It was gonna be a goodnight.
