As I rounded the corner in search of a vending machine or somewhere that might sell candy bars, I almost walked into Mohawk guy. I mean Puck.
"Whoa there." He said, raising an eyebrow and smiling in the same way he had back in the cafeteria. He really needs to stop doing that. Actually, he's kind of sexy. Okay, I need to stop being overwhelmed. It's because their American.
"Hey." I mumbled, refraining from going red and trying to skirt around him.
"Not so fast, I still haven't introduced myself properly. Noah Puckerman, but you can call me Puck." He replied, stepping to the side to stop me from going where I wanted to. Which was away from him. I think.
"Natasha. But you can call me Natasha." I said, not being able to stop a grin from creeping onto my face. I have to admit sometimes I make myself laugh.
"Okay Natasha. Well, why did you move here from England? I don't need Shue to tell me that's where you're from; I can tell by that sexy accent of yours." He said, stepping towards me.
"Pah!" I said, just about avoiding snorting, "It's hardly sexy. I just sound more like a knob than I used to now that I'm surrounded by Americans'. And anyway, why are you talking to me? Surely I'm like, a social reject or something."
"A knob?" he said, a smirk creeping onto his face, "You're not a social reject, trust me, looking like that you could never be. Even if you do start hanging round with the poof and his little posse."
"Oh really?" I said, not really knowing why I was going along with the whole charade, having to take another step back to avoid being squished by him, my back now against the wall.
"And you know it." He said, his voice going lower as he took another step towards me, now only inches from me.
"Puck, stop harassing the new girl." Finn said, suddenly appearing from around the corner – looking very sexy in a football uniform and hair floppy and wet from the shower – and walking toward me and Puck, causing me to suddenly become very flustered.
"Dude, you never let me have fun! You're supposed to be my best friend." Puck said, pulling a face and taking a step back from me. Very confused now. Puck and Finn are best friends? How much weirder is this going to get?
"Are you okay?" Finn asked me, smiling at me – and paralysing me – again.
"Um, yeah." I said, smiling back at him as Puck walked off down the corridor, turning around just as he reached the door, "Catch you later." He said, winking at me as he walked off.
"I apologise for him." Finn said, laughing.
"That's two people who have done that now." I replied, grinning. Really, that boy needed to learn to apologise for himself.
"Really?" Finn asked.
"Yup, you and Kurt." I told him. Wow, he looks really sexy in that uniform. Shut up me.
"Oh, you're friends with Kurt?" he said, looking slightly surprised.
"Kind of, I guess." I said, smiling. Am I supposed to smile? "You're in glee club right? I'm joining." Why did I just blurt that out.
"You are? Awesome! Mr Shue will be happy Kurt's recruited someone else." He said, his face lighting up. I'm really intrigued to this glee club now. Especially because Finn's supposed to be one of the jocks. Except he's not really, is he? I mean the cheerio's and the ordinary jocks, apparently some of them are in the glee club but they won't care about it, but Kurt and Rachel treat it like it's this amazing thing, and so does Finn. They really care about it.
"Um, could you tell me where a vending machine is or something?" I asked, trying to stop my stomach from suddenly rumbling.
"Sure, follow me." He replied, smiling again. He really needs to stop doing that smiling thing.
"So you're joining Glee? Have you done any singing stuff before?" he asked as we walked down the fairly empty corridor.
"Um, I was in choir back in England. Which is pretty awful to be honest with you, all that religion and the songs...but it was singing, you know? That's like the only thing that keeps me going sometimes..." I trailed off, getting distracted by how weird this was, walking down a high school corridor with a jock in a football uniform. It was seriously like being in a TV show. Except he wasn't really a jock, not like the others, I could tell that.
"Wow...choir...that sounds...bleak. But singing is amazing, I agree. People think it's so weird, a jock, the head of the football team, loving music and singing...but it's my life. You know?" he replied.
"Yeah, I totally understand. It's weird; you're not like any of the other jocks. You know, a lot of them are like...stereotype jocks, loving football, dumb, not caring about much except sports...but you're like, well, you care about music, you're a nice guy, and you obviously care a lot about glee club. It's amazing." I said. Um, major rant? I keep forgetting in America that probably sounds weird.
"Exactly. You understand completely. Anyway, here you are. You have a feast of...Mountain Jew, Reece's Peanut Butter Cups and Hershey's chocolate." He told me, grinning. That really is a cute grin.
"Why thank you kind sir." I replied, grinning back. I can't help it, it's an automatic response.
"I've got football practice now, but I'll see you tonight at glee club?" he asked, still smiling at me. It was one of those lopsided smiles, the kind that make you melt. And it just touched his lovely blue eyes.
I made some sort of noise and he headed off, leaving me with a vending machine full of strange food and a handful of green money. And the stupid thing was this was the most homesick I had felt since I'd got here. Not the strange school or the strange people, because they seemed like I'd just stepped into a TV show. But now that I was alone, and with a load of American chocolate and money with an old guy on. And everyone knows that American chocolate tastes so much worse than English chocolate.
