You guys! :) I adore you all so much. *Blaine Creys*! *Eternally Grateful* *Internet X & O!* :) Well, I do not own the following songs: "Dear John" by Taylor Swift; "Gravity" by John Mayer, and "Daughters" by John Mayer! I suggest listening to the songs before reading the chapter to know what they sound like, but, eh, just a suggestion!
Chapter 7:
John Mayer
It was the period before everyone got to go home. Rachel looked forward to it after another long day of piercing glares. That and it was that time to find out the sex of the baby. She was about three or four months along, but it still felt like so much longer. Blaine and Rachel sat next to each other. It hurt Finn like crazy to see Rachel's head nestled between Blaine's shoulder and head. That used to be them – Finn and Rachel. The 'it' couple. Now, they were nothing but a mere painful memory. I don't want you anymore. The words floated in Finn's head over and over again, like a broken record. Mr. Shue approached the club as he came out of his office. In his right hand, he had a black dry erase marker. He approached the white board, and in his usual messy handwriting, scribbled something down.
John Mayer
"What comes to mind when you see this name?" Will asked.
"Emotional." Santana said.
"Angst." Tina remarked.
"Total hero." Puck smirked. Everyone immediately thought Puck was referring to how much of a man-whore he was. But it made Puck chuckle because John Mayer really was an idol of his. His music spoke of emotion, love, heartbreak - Realistic ups and downs. It helped Puck handle the whole Quinn situation during the summer.
Will quickly gave him a sarcastic look. "This week's assignment is John Mayer."
There was a small amount of applause.
Puck thought of a song he had memorized by John Mayer – the perfect one. He thought he might as well just get it out of the way.
"Mr. Shue," Puck said, questioningly. "Could I...?"
"Of course," with that, Will took his usual seat next to Artie.
Puck took the stool that sat by the band, as he hummed the words to the song. The intro played: a slow, R&B rhythm.
Gravity is working against me
And gravity wants to bring me down
Oh I'll never know what makes this man
With all the love that his heart can stand
Dream of ways to throw it all away
Oh Gravity is working against me
And gravity wants to bring me down
Oh twice as much ain't twice as good
And can't sustain like a one half could
It's wanting more
That's gonna send me to my knees
In the song, there was a small acoustic solo. During, Puck stared at Quinn. Puck had long since ended things with Zizes. He came to his senses, and realized that he didn't love her – he loved someone else. He became conscious that the girl stared back. Did she know that he was singing this to her? That her 'gravity' somehow managed to pull down on him, no matter what he did?
Oh gravity, stay the hell away from me
And gravity has taken better men than me (now how can that be?)
Just keep me where the light is
Just keep me where the light is
Just keep me where the light is
C'mon keep me where the light is
C'mon keep me where the light is
Oh... where the light is.
Everyone applauded. Quinn wiped away some stray tears while the bell released the students. Quinn knew she was having what some referred to as a down-spiral. To stop this, and move on to the bigger and better things she was destined for, she knew she had to get to the root of her problems.
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Rachel sat on the doctor's office mattress for the second time in her life. Blaine had her left hand, as they both stared up at the monitor. Doctor Garcia took the sticky gel she had squirt on Rachel's stomach, and pushed it around with a small, television remote looking thing. There was the thrumming that they knew was the baby's heart beat. Blaine smiled. It was amazing to him that he and Rachel made something so... magnificent, and so mind-boggling, it gave Blaine a headache when he attempted to wrap his head around it.
Doctor Garcia smiled, and looked at the two young parents-to-be. "Ms. Berry, Mr. Anderson, it seems as though you two are expecting a girl."
With that, Blaine practically lost it. He buried his head into Rachel's arms. She sat up, and put a hand on Blaine's neck.
When he looked up, he saw that Rachel's eyes were glassy too. He kissed her gently. Fireworks.
"Rachel, we're having a baby girl." Blaine whispered, staring at Rachel's eyes.
"I know." Rachel said, gazing back. "Our little gold star..."
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Finn was sitting at the dinner table alone with Kurt when Kurt's phone buzzed.
"Who is it?" asked Finn. Kurt began to smile like an idiot.
"Rachel! They got the sex of the baby! Blaine and Rachel are expecting..."
"Stop," Finn interrupted suddenly. He stood. "I don't even want to know." He quickly walked away to flee before Kurt bombarded him with questions like he always did.
"What's wrong with you, Finn?" Kurt asked, his lips pursing when he realized that Finn was on the verge of tears. Kurt stood up too.
"Leave me alone, Kurt." Finn warned.
"Finn, why are you so against Rachel being with Blaine?" Kurt questioned. "I mean, seriously."
"Kurt, leave me alone." Finn said, pleading now.
"Finn." Kurt said, simply.
"Kurt," he said, facing his step-brother. "I love her."
"Finn..." Kurt sighed. "Rachel's a girl who is constantly searching for her fairytale ending." Kurt took a step closer, and placed a feather light hand on Finn's shoulder. "You have to accept that you may not be her prince charming."
Finn used his sleeve to wipe his now wet nose. He processed the words. He knew that Kurt was right, and that he just had to face the truth. "You know what Kurt? You're right." He looked at his brother. "Thanks, I guess."
"Anytime." Kurt replied.
Finn headed toward his bedroom.
"Hey Finn." Kurt said, before Finn disappeared into the hallway.
"Yeah?" Finn asked, his head popping back into the kitchen.
"It's a girl, by the way..." Kurt said, grinning. Finn grinned back, and turned to walk to his room.
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"Any assignments?" Will requested hopefully.
Quinn and Finn both raised their hands. Will, knowing they were no longer an 'item', said the following: "Alright, Quinn then Finn."
"Thanks," Quinn smiled.
She walked to the center of the room, grabbing hold of the same old-fashioned microphone she had used to sing 'It's A Man's, Man's World'.
"Now, this isn't exactly a John Mayer song, but it's suggested that Taylor Swift wrote it about him." With that, the band began playing a slow, country melody. Quinn gently swayed to it.
Long were the nights when
My days once revolved around you
Counting my footsteps
Praying the floor won't fall through, again
My mother accused me of losing my mind,
But I swore I was fine
Puck watched her sing the words, with pain.
You paint me a blue sky
And go back and turn it to rain
And I lived in your chess game
But you changed the rules everyday
Wonderin' which version of you I might get on the phone, tonight
Well I stopped pickin' up and this song is to let you know why
Quinn knew that 'I stopped picking up' was a metaphor for not talking anymore. Puck and Quinn had barely spoken since Beth was born. And when they did, it was always some snarky comment about their baby.
Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone.
Don't you think I was too young?
To be messed with
The girl in the dress,
Cried the whole way home, I should've known.
Puck felt taken aback. Did she miss him? He knew he missed her... Quinn was too young. The pregnancy was way too much to handle. Puck looked down, feeling more than guilty.
Well maybe it's me
And my blind optimism to blame
Or maybe it's you and your sick need
To give love and take it away
And you'll add my name to your long list of traitors who don't understand
And I'll look back in regret how I ignored when they said,
'Run as fast as you can'
All of Puck's ex-lovers had warned Quinn. If only she had listened.
Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young?
To be messed with
The girl in the dress
Cried the whole way home
Dear John, I see it all now it was wrong
Don't you think sixteen's too young?
To be played by your dark, twisted games
When I loved you so, I should've known.
Quinn edited the original word 'nineteen' to 'sixteen'. She was only sixteen when she got pregnant, and got played so horribly by the boy with the mohawk.
You are an expert at sorry
And keeping the lines blurry
Never impressed by me acing your tests
All the girls that you run dry have tired lifeless eyes
Cause you burned them out
Quinn knew for a fact she wasn't the only one he had hurt. There was probably a very long list.
But I took your matches
Before fire could catch me
So don't look now
I'm shining like fireworks
Over your sad empty town
The sad, empty town was obviously Lima, Puck concluded.
Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone,
Don't you think I was too young?
To be messed with
The girl in the dress
Cried the whole way home
I see it all now that you're gone.
Don't you think I was too young?
To be messed with
The girl in the dress
Wrote you a song, you should've known.
You should've known
Don't you think I was too young?
You should've known.
Quinn was right. Oh god was she right. Puck should have known. They both should have known. They both made grand mistakes. They were both stupid, wreck less teens, and even with Beth, they still were. Old habits die hard.
Everyone applauded, so they were too oblivious to that fact that Puck and Quinn stared at each other harshly.
"Good job Quinn," congratulated Will. "Come on up, Finn!"
Rachel watched as Finn walked up to tackle his John Mayer assignment – no pun intended. Blaine looked at her, and Rachel smiled, offering him her hand. He grabbed it, as they watched Finn perform.
"Sam, could you?" Finn asked, as he took his spot on the stool.
"Oh yeah!" Sam said, hopping off his seat, and walking next to the band to grab the awaiting guitar. Sam suddenly began playing a simple, three chord melody.
I know a girl
She puts the color inside of my world
But she's just like a maze
Where all of the walls all continually change
And I've done all I can
To stand on her steps with my heart in my hands
Now I'm starting to see
Maybe it's got nothing to do with me
Finn got up and started walking towards Rachel and Blaine.
Fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too
The tall boy stopped in front of Rachel, and sang the next few verses.
Oh, you see that skin?
It's the same she's been standing in
Since the day she saw him walking away
Now she's left
Cleaning up the mess he made
So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too
He took a couple steps back.
Boys, you can break
You'll find out how much they can take
Boys will be strong
And boys soldier on
But boys would be gone without the warmth from
A woman's good, good heart
Finn, for the first time probably ever, looked Blaine right in the eyes as he motioned to him. He sang the next lines with such fire, it could be felt throughout the entire room.
On behalf of every man
Looking out for every girl
You are the god and the weight of her world.
Blaine grinned at Finn.
So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too.
The song was over, and Rachel felt her throat tight. Blaine nudged her arm, suggesting she say something. Rachel nodded. She stood up, and hugged the boy who stood right before her.
"Thank you so much, Finn." she breathed.
"Anytime..." Finn said, fighting back the tears that sat right behind his eyes. He pulled away from Rachel, and looked at both Rachel and Blaine.
"I'll be by you guys. This baby..." Finn paused. "They say it takes a village to raise a child. We," he motioned to the Glee club. The group waved thoughtfully, smiles stretched warmly across each and every one of their faces. "Are your guy's village."