A/N: 6 more until I'm up to date!

January 21st, 2010 – Soldier

Why did they have to wear these weird robes? It was in every school movie ever, yeah, but that doesn't make it any less weird.

"I feel like a monk." I grumbled, ripping off the black cloth and throwing it onto a nearby table. Finn was nearby, almost asleep in the chair, while Matt and Mike pulled fabrics off the wall and threw them everywhere. Why did we have to get them fitted anyway?

"Hey Puck!" Mike yelled, running at me and wrapping me in a random fabric. "How 'bout you wear a gown made out of this. I looked down, struggling to get my arms out of the purple, gauzy material.

"I look like a gay monk." He looked a bit deflated, but laughed anyway. "Admit it, it would have been cool."

"No, it would have been gay. Duh." I said, ripping through some of the fabric loudly in my attempt to get it off. The seamstress looked up, not happy. I pointed to Mike, who started opening and closing his mouth like an Asian, retarded fish. I smirked at him.

"You're going to pay for that." She scowled, and for a second I thought she was going to grab his ear and drag him home to mommy. I chuckled at the thought of him 'owing' his way home, this little old lady totally owning him. He sulked, pulling out his credit card and going to pay for the ripped fabric.

"I got my letter of acceptance today. I'm actually going to college." Finn chuckled. I stared at him.

"The let you into college?" Finn gave me that confused face, then an attempted glare. I needed to smooth things over, fast. "I mean, why would you want to go back to school? It's almost over, bro!"

"I dunno, I guess I just needed something to do." He replied, leaning back in his chair. "What are you going to do when you graduate?"

Shit, I hadn't thought of that. Everything was all fine and awesome till now.

I couldn't do much – I had barely scraped a passing grade. College was out of the question, you couldn't drag me into one unless I was in a cage. Which is a pretty damn funny image.

"Erh…." I groaned, thinking. Finn rolled his eyes. "Dude, you gotta do something. Join the army! You like guns, right?"

"I like these guns." I pointed out, flexing my muscles. Finn rolled his eyes again. I dropped my arms, slumping into a chair next to him (and nodding at a fine lady who was totally checking me out).

"Maybe I will." I said. "Who knows, maybe I'll get some sweet army chicks."

And just when you feel you've made it out safe, they drag you right back in.

Why do they even have these reunion things? They're so cliché, it hurts to know I'm part of it.

Shit, I know what cliché means. Damn you Berry!

"Noah?" A voice breathes, and I turn to face the voice. I stand in my chair out of habit, my hat coming off my head and resting under my arm. I had shown up in uniform, just to rub it in their faces that I actually did something with my life, and boy did they look surprised. Even Berry, who was staring at me with her eyes bugging out of her head. It was kind of weird, seeing as she hadn't aged a day other than the smallest of wrinkles around her eyes.

"10 years… no phone call?" She was almost crying, and I couldn't figure out why.

"What, did you miss me?" I smirked, trying to slacken out my posture. Stupid army making me look like a nerd. Even made me shave off the 'hawk!

"We would have liked to hear from you, No-Puck." She cleared. I chuckled out loud. No one had called me Puck for years. It had sort of just drained out off me. It was nice to hear it again. "Come on." I was snapped back to reality as she grabbed my hand, dragging me out of the main room and into the hall- no wait, down the hall, and into the choir room.

"Okay, what's going on?"

"Noah Puckermann!" Oh shit.

Glee Club? Out of all the places she could have taken me (and what she could have been doing with me in those places) she dragged me to visit out old Glee club?

Mr. Schuester was starting to go grey, which I so kindly pointed out. Hummel was still… Hummel, and after the years Cohen-Chang had grown some fashion sense into wheels over there. Finn was just as tall and stupid as ever, and Quinn was introducing her little girl (who wasn't so little anymore) to everyone, which was just adorable. Santana had actually put on a couple pounds, while Brittany was really annoying in how happy she was she was a Special Ed teacher. Matt and Mike had opened some sort of dance studio, while Mercedes was slowly becoming a famous singer. The images I had of them changed from the quirky group of high school kids to the quirky group of adults. Most of them had kept in touch, so everyone immediately swarmed on me.

"Dude, where have you been?"

"We thought you'd been eaten or something!"

"What happened to your Mohawk?"

"Love the outfit, Puck."

"Dude, it was only a suggestion. I didn't think you'd actually go and do it!"

It was kind of nice to be back, because now I could actually be seen with these losers.

"Who wants to hear about some weird army shit?"