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RLM: Whatever's Stuck in Your Head by Will Do

To be honest, I didn't give Rachel's list another look for a good month. Not because I was too lazy (or at least not entirely because), but because I didn't want to rush things. I figured Rachel needed time to process every thing on her list, to think, "Hey, Finn really does care about me. Isn't that a requirement I put on my list?" and start putting little check marks next to her mental list, just like I was doing with mine.

I also wasn't entirely sure what to do next, because the next bullet stated "He must have a voice", and I didn't know if Rachel already thought that, or if I had to prove myself like the Spartans did (or was that the knights? I'm not exactly a history mastermind.), or if I should just come back to that bullet on a later notice.

Simply put, I over thought that question like some people over think whether Lady Gaga or Ke$ha is better (which is a fairly good debate. Lady Gaga has the style and the message, but Ke$ha's voice is just…so… auto tuned. It doesn't matter anyway, because Katy Perry crushes both of them).

For what seemed like a year but was really a month, I wondered about this. There were so many options, and I wasn't exactly the best with decisions (especially when they involved things as important as Rachel). So I decided to ask an expert on the matters of winning someone over with music.

"You want me to what?"

I sifted from my seat on the floor, trying to find a position that was both comfortable and not totally nauseating to think about sitting in. Puck's room was not precisely a clean area.

Glancing up at Puck's position in the center of his bed (surrounded by dirty dishes and a suspiciously green substance), I tried rephrasing the question as best as I could without giving away what I was planning to do or who I was doing it for.

"To, um, help me, err, win over someone by singing?"

"And what exactly made you decide to come to the King of Badassness, who is not in any way or form the King of… whatever you just said."

I closed my eyes, remembering why I had come to Puck, who I was still on somewhat awkward terms after the whole Quinn Baby Drama.

"Remember last year when you wanted to date Mercedes?"

"Sure,"

"You were probably the last person on Earth she wanted to date, but you managed to win her over with that song about theater and dogs or something. Next thing you know, she's totally into you. How?"

Puck, who had moved from the bed to something that somewhat resembled a chair, leaned back and sighed contentedly.

"The key, you see, is what they want. Mercedes told me she wanted heart and soul, so I gave her heart and soul. Meanwhile, I made sure to find a song that matched up to her. Girls love it when we sing songs about that kind of matter. What does this someone want? Who is this someone? Do I know her? And more importantly, does she have a hot friend?"

Puck's amazing selfishness and total interest in only himself and hot girls never failed to astonish me. What was I supposed to tell him? Obviously, if I gave him too many details, he would figure it out (And probably witness me if I sang anything, then not waste a minute teasing me.)

"Um, she likes people who, uh, sing."

Puck studied me for a minute, tossing a stress-ball he seemed to pull out of the depths of the chair (that's what I was hoping it was).

"Berry already knows you can sing, dumbo."

"How'd you figure it out?" Witty response, Hudson. Real sharp.

"Everyone knows you're crazy about Berry. Well, except maybe Berry. Man, that chick can be DENSE sometimes."

"OK, so how do I win her over?"

Moving from the "chair" (and disproving my hope about the pile being a chair by kicking around, causing the pile to disappear but for a large puddle of garbage around him. Is it un-manly of me to find that absolutely revolting?), Puck began digging around the trash, looking for something.

"Do you actually hear anything I say, or do my words just float around in… whatever you've got up there? As I said, Berry knows you can sing. But if you want to lock that knowledge in that self-centered little head of her, do the obvious."

Puck pulled his head out from the mess triumphantly, holding up a half-eaten box of Cheez-Its and digging in, shoving a good portion of the box in his mouth.

"What's the obvious? And how old are those?"

Puck shrugged, crunching on more of the little orange snacks.

"I dunno. A day, a year. I don't keep track, I'm not a freaking librarian!"

EW. I gave him a sickened look before prompting him to go on about the important, not sickening part of this conversation.

"It's simple. If she needs to be reassured that you can sing, don't just sing. Tell her you can sing."

"Mr. Schue, I'd like to sing something."

Mr. Schue looked at me, startled by my sudden interest in glee club. Ever since I'd been pondering Rachel's Requirement, I'd been turning down solos, too worried about doing the wrong thing. He nodded though, always happy to have someone willing to showcase their voice who isn't Rachel.

I whispered my song choice to the band, and they quickly nodded, some humming out a few lines to be sure we were all thinking about the same song. Then I marched up to the center of the room and sang.

"I'd like to tell you that,
I can sing,
And it's,
The best voice in town,"

I continued into the chorus, which most of the glee clubbers knew and got up to join me, whooping and hollering along with the music. I ended the wondrous performance by jumping up in front of Rachel and practically yelling the last line.

"I. Can. Sing!"

The music ended as we all settled down, panting from the impromptu dancing and singing. As I finally took my seat next to Rachel, who's eyes were still glowing in the way they did when she saw a rare good performance.

Mr. Schue, doing something between a laugh and a shout, clapped and made his way back to the front of the room.

"Well, Finn is right, he certainly can sing!"

"I'll say,"

Rachel murmured that so quietly I hardly heard it, and as soon as I processed that I got that sweet feeling of victory I always felt when I accomplished something off the list.

I was one step closer to Rachel Berry's heart.

A/N: ... OK, so not my best chapter. Meh, it's OK, but not my best work. Something about the way I wrote it... No, that song Finn sang is not a real song. I made it up. And no, the RLM isn't a song etither. Sorry if you spent an hour looking for it. XD I'm too lazy today to find songs that match up tp the chapter. It's been a long day...

I'm starting to think about changing the name of this story, but I'm not sure what I'd change it too if I did. If you have an idea, suggest it, because I just might use it. Oh, and if I do change it, don't worry, I'll inform everyone beforehand.

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~Queen