Thanks for reading, you guys. :) Chapter 3 is spaced out into three days, since I never really pointed out what days the other chapters took place.
Any typos are courtesy of my keyboard and the fact Word doesn't pick up on them for some odd reason...
And I'm sorry if the spacing is still odd. I'm trying to work on it. o3o
Other than that, I hope you enjoy! :D
WEDNESDAY
Friday was taking forever to get there.
And it had absolutely nothing to do with Brittany promising to use "Friday" as her Glee assignment. She said that the music video was like a "cute little movie with cute kids in middle school driving a cute car and having cute parties on Friday… which is a cute day for having cute dates and more cute parties and maybe even cute makeout sessions with Artie."
'Only when you really want something to happen,' Rachel thought during lunch, 'it takes forever to actually start.' She took a bite of her apple, and deeming it rotten, spat the contents still in her mouth into her hand.
"Ew, babe, that's not very attractive."
Puck slid into the seat across from Rachel and winked at her. "How's my hot Jewish American princess doing?" he asked casually. "I heard you've got a date with Evans Friday."
Brittany turned around from her table, and smiling, started to sing. "Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday!" she chirped as Santana plopped down to Rachel.
"Britts," she begged, "please stop." Brittany tilted her head in confusion. "But San, I thought you liked going down on Friday… sweet lady kisses, yum!"
The Latina's face was bright red as Rachel and Puck both snickered, and Artie, gaping, looked at his girlfriend. "What?" he asked. The blonde turned to her boyfriend with a guilty expression on her face. "…It's not cheating, Artie," she promised him. "I would never do that to you. I just love my sweet lady kisses!"
Rachel grimaced. "She's really not helping her situation, is she?" she murmured under her breath. Santana shot her friend a quick glare before turning back to watch what she hoped would break Bartie up and leave room for Brittana.
Artie shook his head in disgust. "No comment, Brittany," he snapped, and wheeled away. Brittany pouted and went to chase after her boyfriend, apologizing and making comments about sweet lady kisses.
Puck burst out laughing as soon as the couple left. "That," he spat out between giggles, "was effing hilarious. And as I was saying, Berry, hot date with Evans Friday?"
Santana grinned. "They're watching Avatar, Puckerman. Hardly a hot date." Rachel smiled at her. "Thank you for that, Sant-"
"Yet!" Santana added quickly, cutting Rachel off, who pouted. "I've barely spoken to him before this week," she complained, "what makes you think it's a date?"
Both Puck and Santana shot her disbelieving looks, and then simultaneously pointed to Finn and Quinn, making out at their table.
"That's repulsive," Kurt complained, pulling a chair up. "Sorry I'm late guys, I got a little caught up talking to Blaine on the phone." He glanced at his two female friends… and Puck, and smiled. "What did I miss?"
THURSDAY
Almost there. Friday was almost there!
The only thing Rachel found important on Thursday was that it was usually the day Puck performed during Glee. And Puck happened to be, in her opinion, an excellent singer.
She was the first one to get to Glee, again, and was excited to sit with the friends she had made in the past week.
Kurt arrived first, and the soprano sat next to her, demanding the details from Wednesday's lunch.
Santana arrived next and made some helpful contributions to the story after she picked the seat behind Rachel.
Sam was third, and though she hadn't talked to him since they made their plans for Friday, her heart skipped a beat when she saw the blonde.
Giving him a thousand watt smile, Rachel patted the seat next to her, which he gladly took. "Thanks for saving me a seat, Rachel," he said to her.
The two engaged in friendly chitchat about their movie night Friday while Santana and Kurt exchanged smug looks and the rest of the club entered. Many were confused to see the group of four sitting together.
"Wait a second," Lauren muttered after she sat down, chewing on a chocolate bar, "where's Puckerman? I thought he was singing today."
Artie, sitting far away from his girlfriend, who kept shooting him longing looks, shrugged. "He was supposed to. Dentention?" he suggested.
Quinn, holding Finn's hand, rolled her eyes. "Knowing Puck, he probably took it up a notch and got expelled or put in juvie again or something." At this comment, Finn snickered, staring at her with a dopey, lovey-dovey expression.
"Excuse me while I barf," Santana whispered loudly. "Frankenteen and the Ice Queen? No matter how much I look at them together, I still want to puke up the contents of my lunch."
They both glared at Santana, who avoided a confrontation by focusing on Puck, who just walked in.
"Sorry I'm late, Mr. Schue," he said sheepishly. "I was arguing with the lunch lady because she got mad when I brought tater tots in today to snack on."
Mercedes, still loving her potatoes, straightened up at the word 'tots', and Mr. Schue nodded, although he gave Puck a weird look.
"I'm ready to perform!" the badass Jew exclaimed. He glanced at Brad and shrugged. "Sorry, dude, I'd suggest staying away from this song. I got music for it." The piano player nodded, but refused to get up from his bench.
Puck pressed a button on an object, something Rachel guessed was a CD player… he was blocking it from view… and music began playing. Did she know this song?
Sam did. He grinned and nudged her. "Like I said," he whispered, "crass but catchy."
Standing in front of his Glee Club, Puck began singing a split second after the music started, while Sam was talking to Rachel. The song just started that soon.
I mean, what can I say?
Three babies in the back seat singing to you, he pointed at Rachel, who giggled, Lauren, who scowled, and Santana, who simply burst out laughing.
Hey, DJ, won't you play that song for me?
And my hom- and my homies all singin' to it…
3OH!... 3OH!3.
I aint callin' for a close up
No clubs, no cars, bitches with their nose jobs
No dubs, no stars
I'ma do it how I always have
Whiskey in a 40 bag
Pissin' in the alleyway out back where the party's at
I'ma spend it on a new whip, new hat, new kicks
Bitches with their huge tits, new gat, new slips. Rachel curled her lip at this part and glanced at Sam, who was lipsyncing along. "I told you it was crass," he laughed.
I'ma do it how I always do:
Sleeup until the break of noon
Wakin' just to make it through another night of shakin' you
I mean, what can I say?
Three babies in the back seat singin' to you
Hey, DJ, won't you play that song for me?
And turn it up on your radio
I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go
I mean, what can I say?
Three babies in the back seat singin' to you
Hey, DJ, won't you play that song for me?
And turn it up on your radio
I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go
I aint signin' on a new lease
No cooks, no keys
Models with their nose bleeds
White lace, gold beads
I'ma run it like a marathon
Party til' I'm 50
Wake up on my parents' lawn
Them cops still out to get me
And I aint sippin' on a mixed drink
Pinkie out, lips pink
Talking to a rich skank, filled up like a sperm bank. Kurt pointed at Santana, who slapped him playfully.
I'ma go where I always go
Drinks are on the house
Whiskey's on the rocks while
Your sister's on my mouth
I mean, what can I say?
Three babies in the back seat singin' to you
Hey, DJ, won't you play that song for me?
And turn it up on your radio
I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go
I mean, what can I say?
Three babies in the back seat singin' to you
Hey, DJ, won't you play that song for me?
And turn it up on your radio
I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go
Sam clapped twice. "Is he done?" Rachel whispered while Puck took a quick breath. Sam shook his head. "Nah, this is just my favorite part."
And if I was a Richman
I'd never been to sea
Could I take you anyways,
Would you come with me, baby?
And if I was a sick man
I'd never meant to be
Would you love me anyways,
And would you marry me?
I mean, what can I say?
Three babies in the back seat singin' to you
Hey, DJ, won't you play that song for me?
And turn it up on your radio
I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go
I mean, what can I say?
Three babies in the back seat singin' to you
Hey, DJ, won't you play that song for me?
And turn it up on your radio
I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go
I mean, what can I say?
Three babies in the back seat singin' to you
Hey, DJ, won't you play that song for me?
And turn it up on your radio
I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go
I mean, what can I say?
Three babies in the back seat singin' to you
Hey, DJ, won't you play that song for me?
And turn it up on your radio
I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go.
Puck stopped singing and grinned cockily. "Puck," Mr. Schue started, "that was excellent, but, um, was it in any movies?"
"That shouldn't count," Quinn complained. "It was so not in anything."
Smirking, Puck turned to Quinn. "Shut your yap, Quinnie." He then turned to Mr. Schuester and shrugged. "Well yeah, Schue, it wasn't in a movie, but I like this song, and besides, I just ignored something pretty much everyone in this school does."
"Which is what?" "Continuity."
Sam, Rachel, Kurt, Santana, and Lauren all laughed at that comment. Mike and Tina both grinned, and even Artie managed a weak smile. Quinn, however, was fuming at the fact he dissed her… and was it just her, or was her Finn staring at Rachel?
FRIDAY
Finally. Finally.
School was over, Glee ended, and it was time to see Avatar with Sam. Cute lipped, trouty mouthed, boy-she-had-barely-spoken-to-before-this-week Sam. Who made her heart flutter in a way Rachel had never felt before. She didn't understand it.
Her main goal was to be his friend, because he needed one. And a side goal was to uncover the truth about his dyslexia. Right?
'Jeez, I'm getting as weird as cousin Bree when she crushes on some jock she's never talked to,' Rachel thought, sighing.
She grabbed her backpack and strolled out to the parking lot, where she saw Sam staring at an old, beat up truck. "Is that yours?" Rachel asked him. He smiled and nodded, and opened the passenger seat door. "Ladies first," he told her, clicking his tongue.
The two of them were seated in his car, while Rachel was plugging directions into the GPS she loaned him. As soon as she put it back up where he could see it, Sam started the truck up and they were on their way to the movies.
"How about some music?" he asked with a smile, turning the radio on.
3OH!3's Richman came pouring out of the speakers, making both present start laughing. "That song is now following me everywhere," Rachel complained. "I heard it as a ringtone no less than three times today. Three, Sam!"
He smiled. "Well if someone has it as their ringtone during Avatar, you can yell at them for not turning it off during such a masterpiece." The two grinned at each other. "Right," Rachel agreed.
Song is "Richman" by 3OH!3. For those of you who made guesses, you're all wrong. Haha. ;D
It's actually my favorite song. Iunno why. I just love it. 3 Catchy.
And why yes, that was me making a cameo as 'cousin Bree.' Yes, I do crush on jocks I barely/never talk to. c: I'm just odd like that. I hope you guys liked!
Also, the actual trip to the movies is chapter 4. Sorry this took so long to write. My muse was taking forever to inspire me. /.../