You Make Me Fly Right
Rating: T
Chapter 3: Who Knew? What the Hell?
"However unconventional that routine was," Mr. Schue stated as the claps died down. "You're in, that was really good Elisa, what did everyone else think?" I looked around and saw smiled on everyone's faces except one girl with brown hair who was looking at Sam and I like 'This is a school.' I looked down and saw myself still pressed up against Sam; I unhooked my leg from around his waist and smiled at him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and glared at the brown haired girl who was giving me a disapproving look.
"I personally feel that a performance such as that has no place in a school," The brown haired Jewish looking girl grumbled loudly. "A performance like that belongs in a low class, and not to mention cheap, strip club or whore house." She glared at me and Sam like we were evil. Finn nodded in agreement with this girl. 'And here's the prude of the group. UGH, I think that's Rachel Berry.' I thought to myself as a smirk spread across my face as the thought crossed my mind. "And I can't believe Mr. Schue would go along with this!"
"SHUT UP Berry, her performance was amazing and you know it," Noah retorted harshly as he glared at her, "you're just jealous that you can't do that." 'I was right Berry's the prude of the group.' I though to myself as I smiled at Noah before Pulling Sam into a kiss. "And you just called my SISTER a low-class and cheap whore." Rachel looked mortified after hearing that I was Noah's sister. 'Wonder what's going on in her head now?' I asked myself after Sam and I had broken apart.
"Noah chill out," I muttered as yet another smirk graced my face. "I've been called worse." I looked at Noah with a smirk as I looked from Sam to Noah and back again with small glances at Rachel and Kurt. I smirked at Berry before letting go of Sam and walking to Kurt, grabbing my trench coat and put it on. "FYI Berry, I cleaned that up A LOT, it was worse when I first did it in juvie." I tied the tie around my waist and sat down next to Kurt. Sam came over and sat next to me before grabbing my hand,
"What do you mean you CLEANED that up?" Santana inquired as she looked at me with a smirk. "Who knew you could move like that? Well besides me that is?" I smirked back at Santana as I squeezed Sam's hand. 'He'll find out just how I can move pretty quick if I have my way.' I thought as Santana turned back to Brittany. I turned to Kurt; he's another one who knows how I move.
"What the HELL? How does Santana know how you move, and how was that the cleaned up version?" Noah demanded as he got up and moved right in front of me, in a squatting position. I rubbed him Mohawk before I pushed him away. "Seriously Lisa, that wasn't clean, it was amazing but I really didn't need to see you do that." He looked at me and shook his head, I went back to rubbing his head; a past time that we had both come to realize calmed both of us down. The look on his face demanded an answer from me. 'UGH STUPID Noah eyes.' I thought as I felt Sam squeeze my hand, I rested my head on his shoulder.
"Yeah that was cleaned up, I ended up wearing what could be perceived as a bathing suit when I originally did this performance in juvie," I muttered as I nuzzled into Sam's shoulder and stopped rubbing Noah's head. Sam rested his head on top of mine, causing Quinn to glare. "And although I'm sure most every guy and some girls would love to see that, I cleaned it up from stripping on a pole to something tasteful that could in fact be performed in a school. Just be glad I didn't do any Adam Lambert." I smirked at Noah and nuzzled into Sam's shoulder again.
"How does Santana know how you move?" Noah demanded as he grabbed my chin and pulled me so I was right in front of his face. "And I know when you lie so tell me the truth." I tried to pull away, Noah wasn't letting go. "I'll let go when you tell me what I want to know. And you should ease off the make up it's caked on there pretty badly." He looked me in the eye with the look he always gave me when he wanted me to tell him something. Sam squeezed my hand again.
"She just does, it's really none of your business," I replied as I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand off my face. "Now I believe that Mr. Schue has something to say, so let's stop interrogating me and listen to Mr. Schue." I pushed Noah to the ground and rested my head on Sam's shoulder again. Mr. Schue sent me a smile as he grabbed a white board marker and wrote 'PERSONALITY' on the board before he drew a jagged outline around it. Sam rested his head on top of mine; I nuzzled his shoulder before I turned slightly so that I could kiss the corner of his mouth.
"Today's homework is to pick and perform a song that fits your personality, keep it clean please," Mr. Schue stated as he looked at me with what I guessed was a smile. "And Sam could you please put your shirt back on." Sam nodded as Kurt handed him his shirt back, he pulled the shirt on after I sat up and got off his shoulder. 'Thanks A LOT Mr. Schue.' I thought angrily as I rested my head on Sam's now covered shoulder. "Thank you Sam, so are there any questions?" Nobody raised their hands as Mr. Schue looked around. I squeezed Sam's hand and nuzzled his shoulder. "If there aren't any questions I think we can end it here for today.
