Author's Note: I'm gonna upload on Perfect World after this :) But I really wanted to do this first with the Cape Cod trip. And I still gotta upload on Beautiful Soul! Lol :) Anyway, this chapter contains the song Valerie. I recommend listening to the glee version to match up to the story better :) And the chorus of Grenade by Bruno Mars is in here, but it's really short
The students of William McKinley's High School Glee club ran out of the cab and onto the beautiful, sunset beaches of Cape Cod. It had been a 2 and a half hour plane ride, and they were all ready to run around the beach and just do whatever they want. The skies were painted orange, red, pink, and yellow as the sun was touching the ocean. The waves were calm as they crashed against the moist sand. The sun reflected off of it creating a picture that looked like it'd be straight off the painting from Picasso. Four cabins lined the beaches, all about 30 feet apart from each other, labeled with the room numbers Mr. Shue gave them. All the kids dropped their suitcases on the sand and stepped in the water. Quinn rolled up her jeans as she stepped her feet in the cold, salty water, feeling the salty breeze caress her face. It was all so relaxing.
"LOOK OUT!" Puck yelled as he pushed Quinn into the water with him. Quinn screamed and started laughing as she splashed Puck.
"You are so dead!" Quinn said as she tried to push him down. Unsuccessful, Puck picked her up and spun her around. After a couple seconds, he dropped her back in the water, letting it drench her clothes once again.
"Guys, guys!" Mr. Shue got their attention from the shore of the beach. "I'm glad you're having fun, but there are a few things we need to get by."
The kids groaned as the same world appeared in all of their minds. Rules.
"Ok," Mr. Shue continued, "your curfew is 9 pm. By that time, I'll be checking your cabins to make sure you're all in bed. You can do whatever you want until then, just don't go past as far as the pier is. There are two bathrooms per cabin, with two showers. I'll be staying right down there," Mr. Shue pointed down the beach to another cabin labeled 'Mess Hall/Adult Admittance', "upstairs. Downstairs is the mess hall where you'll have breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Breakfast is served from 8-11, lunch is served at 2, and dinner is served at 6. Come on your own time, if you miss it you'll have to call a cab and buy your own food from the store. Clear?"
Everyone nodded their heads in unison.
"Ok, I'll check back on you guys at 9," Mr. Shue concluded as he grabbed his suitcase and walked down the beach to his cabin.
"Yea, like anyone's goin to sleep at 9," Puck chuckled.
Sam put his arms around Quinn in the water. "Want me to help you unpack?"
Quinn smiled. "Sure." She waved bye to Puck as she got out of the water with Sam and made her way to her cabin with her suitcase.
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It was 8:30 at night. The sun was set, and the group had built a fire on the beach. The glowing flames were keeping the group warm from the cool night as they sat around, some roasting marshmallows. Puck had his guitar with him, but swung it behind it to catch the opportunity for a marshmallow on fire. Sam wrapped his blanket around Quinn, and was holding her as they cuddled together around the fire. Finn was fighting his marshmallows together as Rachel looked at him with disgust when he crashed the gooey sensation between his fingers. Taking an opportunity to get to know him better, she took out her hand wipes she kept in his purse and helped wiped off the marshmallow and started talking to him about how he can keep his hands clean and why he should.
"This campfire wouldn't be complete without a little music," Santana suggested.
"Oh, I got an idea for you San," Puck said, swinging his guitar back over him. "Your favorite Amy Winehouse song." Puck started strumming his guitar to Valerie.
Santana started moving with the beat, as she started to sing.
Well sometimes I go out by myself
And I look across the water
The cheers and "Woos!" started forming from the former Glee club members. Santana moved her body and snapped to the beat.
And I think of all the things what you're doing
And in my head I paint a picture
"Yea!" Sam cheered.
Cause since I've come on home
Well my body's been a mess
And I miss your ginger hair
And the way you like to dress
Won't you come on over?
Stop makin a fool
Out of me
Why don't you come on over Valerie?
Valerie
Valerie
Valerie
Santana finished with a big finish as everyone clapped and cheered. "Thank you, thank you," Santana bowed as she was sitting criss cross, soaking up the attention. She laughed and started picking at her s'more.
Puck threw his guitar behind him as he sat up from the sandy floor. "I'm gonna go take a walk." He left as he started walking down the beach, hands in pockets.
"I actually need a walk too," Quinn agreed, getting out of Sam's arms and blanket.
"Why?" Sam asked.
"I just need to relax. Besides, I don't want Puck getting lonely. Is that ok?"
Sam hesitated. "I guess. Be back soon."
"I will," Quinn agreed, as she kissed his cheek and ran off to Puck. "Hey," she greeted with a smile.
"Look who came to join me," Puck teased.
"This is so much fun."
"Hanging out with me?" Puck gloated, with a smirk.
"No," Quinn hit him, "I mean the trip!" She smiled.
"Yea, it's pretty cool. I've never been to the beach, so, I'm really lovin it."
"You've never been to the beach?" Quinn questioned, surprised.
"Never. My mom doesn't like to spend her money on these kinds of plane tickets. We have to save a lot of money to survive, ya know?"
"Well, the point is, you're here now. And we're having a great time."
Puck smiled. "Speaking of which…" he brought his guitar to his front.
"Oh no!" Quinn laughed. "Another song for me?"
"Hey, it's not my fault that," Puck started singing this pat, "I'd catch a grenade for ya!"
"Shut up!" Quinn smiled.
"No seriously." Puck began strumming his guitar as he walked backwards facing a forward Quinn.
What you don't understand is I'd catch a grenade for ya!
Throw my hand on a blade for ya
I'd jump in front of a train for ya
You know I'd do anything for ya
Oh oh
I would go through all this pain
Take a bullet straight through my brain
Yes I would die for ya baby
But you won't do the same
Puck strummed his hands down his guitar, adding one last measure to the chorus in a sing song mode.
Cuz you're too busy doing it for Sam
Quinn laughed and shoved him. "Sam happens to be a great guy!"
"Who you're dating because…?" Puck added.
"I happen to like him."
"Really? Is he as fun as me?" Puck smirked.
Quinn rolled her eyes. "He's not only a hilarious guy, but he happens to be one of the only guys out there who'll wait for sex."
Puck almost choked off those words. "Please! He was just raving to me and Finn about how he got so close to having sex with you, and how your religion is stupid and stuff!"
"Yea right," Quinn replied, acting stubborn.
"I'm serious!" Puck insisted. "I was the one telling him to cool it, but he was totally having a fit!"
"YOU out of all people were telling him to cool it?" Quinn spectated.
"Yes!"
"There's nothing I can do about him wanting it, but he knows I'm not gonna put out and he respects it."
"Ok…" Puck said, not believing her. "But I still think you should sock him for announcing you guys's make out session."
"I'll deal with him later," Quinn agreed with a smile.
Puck returned the favor. "Let's get back to the others," he said, turning around and walking down the beach with Quinn. He placed his arm around her as the moonlight struck them on that cold night.