Tina

It was 9:30 that night when Puck approached me. I was still outside in the hallway. He sat down next to me.

Unlike with Rachel or Brittany or Amber - and god the girl could talk - he didn't feel the need to immediatly strike up a conversation. When he'd written a poem - yes he was a poet though very few people knew this - about the members of the club he'd described me as 'that cool blue water that moves so slowly beautiful and different diving right through her shyness'. Amber was orange and metallic purple, loud and explosive and demanding. Artie, an earthy gray-green. Santana, red-hot, passionate and sexy. Brittany, light blue and pink; cute, friendly and happy. Dianna, a soft blue, kindof quiet.

It had been a long day and was starting to turn into a long night. It'd been snowing for almost 4 hours. There was no telling when we'd get out of here.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the air around Puck turn gray. It occured to me that he could see them too.

I had a Madonna song running through my head but began softly singing Cyndi Lauper mixed with Queen.

Puck smiled, taking his hand and bringing my long dark hair back from my face.

"Interesting mix," he commented.

"Thank you. They were in my head, so," I returned.

He nodded: "mmhmm. You know Eva Cassidy?"

"I love, Eva Cassidy."

It was nice, this silence between us.

"I thought so," he said.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, you're. You're really quiet, and calm. Soothing, almost. Not all loud and dramatic like Rachel or demanding and explosive like Amber or take charge like Ashley or-"

I cut him off: "I know."

"That's what I like about you. When we hang out, it's like butter on a biscuit. It just works."

I nodded.

"I'm calmer around you."

I just smiled.

Down the hall I watched Chris pull out several small bottles of nail polish out of his messenger bag and setting them on the floor in front of him. I smiled, again.

Puck followed my gaze.

He shook his head: "typical."

Every so often I'd have these pauses with other members of the club, but Puck, Ashley, Dianna and Chris were the ones I had them with the most. Chris and I were a lot alike, actually.

"The Stones, Queen, Bowie, Runaways, Alice In Chains," I said.

"Bowie? Alice In Chains?" Puck questioned.

"Mmmhmm."

"I just...didn't picture you liking Bowie."

"Mmm."

I briefly considered pushing up the sleeves of my black shirt.

"Whatcha thinkin?" Puck asked.

"I was thinking about your poem, actually," I replied.

He smiled.

He'd given me a copy. I was probably the only one who he'd given a copy to. We were complete opposites but close.

"You see them too, don't you," he stated: "the lights, around people."

He drew a circle with his hand.

Without him even having to tell me I knew what he meant.

I nodded: "yeah."

"My grandmother does and she was the one who taught me-"

"Yeah. I know."