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Chapter 21-Solos and Screams
After school the next day, the Gleeks were gathered in Rachel's basement for their Glee rehearsal. As it happened, they weren't getting a lot done in terms of practice. Finn and Rachel were stood a few feet apart yelling furiously at one another, the differences in their height more profound and comical, with Santana adding fuel to the fire, smirking as she said things that made them both angrier and shriek louder. At first, Artie and Mercedes had tried to calm things down and stop the two from arguing, but their attempts were useless.
Tina and Mike were sat down in a corner together making out, Quinn was perched on Sam's lap with her head resting atop of his and Brittany was on the stage making up a new dance. Puck and Kurt were sat on the couch together watching YouTube videos on Kurt's phone.
"I'm just trying to be helpful to a friend for the benefit of the Glee Club," Rachel hollered at Finn. "Why is that so difficult for you to comprehend?"
"Since when does flirting with Jacob Ben-Israel count as helping out a friend?" Finn demanded to know. "If you were a decent girlfriend you'd never have agreed to throw yourself at another guy. You know how sensitive I am about this whole cheating thing after what Quinn did to me."
"Oh come on Dwarf, you're not gonna take that crap from Gigantor are you?" Santana asked stepping behind Rachel and pulling the girls hair back behind her ears. "Especially since he gave his v-card up to me last year."
"You kissed me in the auditorium." Rachel stated her voice dropping to a calm tone that caught everybody's attention since it was such a sharp contrast to the shouting match that had been going on. "Back when you first joined Glee, you kissed me even though you were still dating Quinn."
"What?" Quinn asked sounding highly offended.
"Really Q?" Santana questioned casting a disbelieving look to the blonde. "You got yourself knocked up by Puck, you're not really in a position to act hurt by Finn making-out with Berry. I admit, the Frankenteen cheated, but you cheated too Bible Girl."
"You're completely changing the subject," Finn complained. "I kissed you last year because I liked you."
"That doesn't make it ok." Quinn chipped in moving off of Sam's lap and standing beside Rachel glaring up at Finn. "I was still your girlfriend. Kissing other girls because you like them isn't ok, just like me sleeping with Puck wasn't ok. You made me feel like a total bitch when you learned the truth about me and Puck, but you're nothing more than a hypocrite. Kissing qualifies as cheating too Finn."
"Precisely." Rachel agreed. "Whereas flirting with someone you find repulsive for the sake of learning information that might be beneficial to a friend's safety is not cheating. If anything, I would argue that you're a bad boyfriend rather than the ridiculous accusation that I'm a bad girlfriend."
"You're a lousy lay too." Santana added. "The best part about having sex with you was getting to jiggle your man boobs."
"You should totally wear a bra," Brittany suggested moving off the stage and approaching Finn with her hands outstretched to cup his chest. "Then you'd be like a shemale."
"Dude, that's just gross." Mercedes commented. "And will everybody chill and stop with the arguing. I thought we were supposed to be here to rehearse for Sectionals."
"Mercedes, I couldn't agree more." Rachel said. "In order to take Sectionals for a second year I believe we should follow the tradition of me beginning with a solo. I already have the perfect song." She informed them as she moved to the stage and set up her microphone. "I warn you, this number is highly emotional so prepare yourself to shed some tears."
"Oh hell to the no," Mercedes interjected before Rachel could begin the song. "I am not sitting by and letting you take all the competition solos again. Last year, we agreed that I'd so the solo, which would have been all kinds of awesome if Sue hadn't leaked our set-list to those Jane Adams girls and those deaf kids. Since you ended up with the solo last year its only fair that I take it this year."
"Thank you for your opinion Mercedes," Rachel replied. "But as I have taken on the role of director for the New Directions the final decision rests with me. For this years solo performance at Sectionals I nominate myself."
"Well I think I should do the solo." Brittany said. "I'm way hotter and more talented than you. Plus I'm taller."
"Oh no, if this solo deal is about hotness then the solo is totally mine." Santana insisted.
"I don't imagine the judges will be impressed by you dancing on a poll in a thong and tacky shirt that barely covers the whorish result of your boob job," Quinn commented. "Something more conservative would be highly more appropriate. I've performed at church many times and everybody has loved it. This year, the solo should be done by me. Religion is making a comeback and God and Jesus are totally cool."
"We're not performing to a group of nuns and a horny priest, Fabray." Santana quipped.
"Well we're not performing in a strip club either." Quinn retorted with a glare.
"Maybe I want to do the solo." Tina spoke up.
"Get serious, if you take to the spotlight and start singing about death you're gonna leave the judges and audience really depressed and then we won't stand a chance of winning unless Britt and I put out for the judges." Santana said.
"Who says a girl has to do the solo?" Artie asked. "Why can't one of us guys do it?"
"Kurt's our best male singer." Sam stated.
"But Puck has badass stage presence." Mike pointed out.
"Why don't we ask Jacob to join the Glee Club and have him do the solo?" Finn asked sarcastically with a note of bitterness.
"Stop sulking Finn, it really isn't attractive." Kurt told him. "And since Mercedes didn't get to perform the solo we all agreed she should do last year, I think it's only right that she does the solo this year."
"Thanks, white boy." Mercedes beamed.
"Let's put it to a vote." Sam suggested. "All those in favour of Mercedes doing the solo raise your hand." He raised his hand high in the air as did Kurt, Puck, Artie, Mike and Tina.
"Rather Jones than Berry." Santana sighed putting her hand up too and Brittany instantly copied.
Since everyone else was in agreement, including Finn, though he probably only voted for Mercedes to spite Rachel, Quinn and Rachel released a sigh of defeat and both raised their hands in the air.
"Great, so it's decided, Mercedes gets the solo." Sam confirmed. "What song?"
"Song ideas must be approved by me first." Rachel insisted.
"Whatever," Mercedes shrugged. "I'm gonna blow the roof off with my version of Prince's 'Purple Rain."
"Excellent choice." Rachel admitted a little grudgingly. "Very well, show us what you can do."
She left the stage free for Mercedes and the black diva took to the microphone and had them all gazing adoringly at her as she belted out the lyrics and notes with her powerful lungs.
After Mercedes finished her song and basked in her applause and admiration, it was decided that Quinn and Sam would perform a duet and they'd finish with a group number featuring a dance routine choreographed by Mike and Brittany. The two dancers got to work on the routine right away, Santana and Puck having to drag Rachel away since the Jewish girl continuously tried to take over.
"I think that's enough for today." Santana said. "Some of us actually have social lives that don't revolve around Glee Club."
"Yeah, Tina and I have a hot date tonight." Mike informed them all placing an arm around his girlfriend.
"I wouldn't call it hot." Tina replied. "Not with your mum there as well."
"What's wrong with my mum?" Mike asked defensively.
"Nothing's wrong with your mum." Tina huffed. "It's her constant supervision that's the problem."
The two Asian's left the basement with an argument starting to roar up between them. Puck and Sam carried Artie upstairs and the others followed behind, making their goodbyes to Rachel and heading their separate ways. Before Puck and Kurt could leave, one of Rachel's dads invited the couple to join them for dinner and while Kurt frantically shook his head at Puck behind Mr. Berry's back, Puck was too polite to decline and agreed.
They ended up ordering take-out since neither of Rachel's dads was very skilled in the kitchen. Sitting with the Berry trio in the living-room, Puck and Kurt were forced to feign interest as the two gay dads gushed over Rachel and her childhood years.
"Damn," Puck sighed when they'd finally escaped the Berry household and were driving through the street in Kurt's car. "That was so boring."
"Well let that be a lesson to you." Kurt replied. "You didn't have to accept Mr. Berry's dinner invitation. You could easily have said no."
"Saying no would have been rude." Puck defended.
"Since when does my boyfriend care about being rude?" Kurt asked himself. "Next time Noah; just say we already have plans. Or make sure we're the first as opposed to the last to leave."
"Sorry babe, how 'bout I give you road head as an apology?" He asked with a leer.
"No, last time you did that I crashed the car." Kurt reminded him. "My dad even made me pay for it to get fixed. He must have guessed how the damage came about. I know he pretends that I'm still innocently virginal but you and I both know that he knows you've already defiled me."
"Haha, yeah," Puck sniggered. "That just proves how badass I am. I got to corrupt your innocent mind and your beautiful body without ever getting shot by your old man."
"There's time enough yet for my dad to put a bullet in your skull." Kurt said.
"Nah, your old man likes me really." Puck insisted. "Well, you know, apart from the whole hating the fact I've been fucking his baby boy for nearly a year."
Suddenly, Kurt changed direction and pulled up in a deserted area where many Lima teens headed to make-out without their parents' knowledge. On this particular night, it seemed as though they were the only ones there save for another vehicle a stone's throw away from them.
"That sounded like Brittany." Puck said in amusement as he heard a feminine moan. "And that was definitely Santana." He smirked.
Un-strapping their seat belts, Kurt and Puck moved towards each other and traded a few kisses before pulling apart in shock when they heard a third masculine moan from the other car.
"That's Artie." Kurt whispered.
"No way," Puck exclaimed but after hearing a few more moans and a pant of the boy's name he realised Kurt was correct. "Well fuck, hey, nice one dude!" He yelled out earning a whack from Kurt.
"Quiet Puckerman, your voice is a total turn-off!" Santana yelled back.
"Come on babe, we can totally be louder than that." Puck said to Kurt pulling him into the back seat, opening all the windows so their noises would be more audible.
"Of course we can be louder than that." Kurt scoffed. "But I only came here to make-out, not for car sex. I hate car sex."
"Fine, we won't have sex in the car," Puck compromised. "We'll have it on top of the car."
He opened the door, took Kurt's hand and pulled him out after him before bringing them both round to the hood of the car. Hands at Kurt's hips, Puck kissed him passionately before twisting him round and bending him over the car chest-down.
"Noah," Kurt hissed as he heard the sound of Puck unbuckling his belt. "You cannot be serious. Someone might see, they will see." He whispered jerking his head in the direction of Santana's car. "I am not lowering myself to such vulgar behaviour."
"So stop me." Puck smirked as he tugged Kurt's pants down and wrapped one hand around the countertenor's cock and began fingering his hole with the other.
"I hate you sometimes." Kurt groaned settling himself more comfortably over his car and spreading his legs to grant Puck better access.
"Be loud for me, babe." Puck instructed.
Feeling his cheeks heat up in embarrassment, Kurt closed his eyes, took a breath and then let out a fairly tame moan. Santana and Brittany both released pleasured shrieks in response. A few pants later, Kurt's competitive streak made itself known and he accepted the unspoken challenge of finding out who could moan the loudest and utter the dirtiest things.
"Nrgh, fuck my dirty ass, Artie," Brittany moaned from the other car. "Ooh, Santana lick my cunt!" She begged.
"I need you now Noah," Kurt gasped being louder than necessary. "Stop teasing me and fuck me hard and rough with your cock."
"You want it babe?" Puck asked. "Your hole's so greedy for me. Tell me how much you want it slut."
"Don't call me a slut." Kurt huffed before letting out a yelp as Puck spanked his right buttock.
"Oh, oh, Santana, please, stick that nasty tongue in my hot little pussy." Brittany begged.
"She's good." Puck commented. "But you're better. Beg, bitch."
"Just fuck me, Noah." Kurt positively growled. "Use that huge dick of yours and rip my hot little ass open. I'm so desperate for you, baby. Just fuck me hard and do me rough, please."
"Such a good slut." Puck praised before guiding his cock into Kurt's entrance, complete with the condom he'd had in his jeans pocket all day.
"Oh yes, so fucking big, mmm, take me, fuck me, use me." Kurt chanted.
"So fucking tight, so good." Puck grunted pulling out slowly and pushing back in.
"Noah please, I need it harder, faster." Kurt begged pushing his hips back against Puck to get more of his dick in him. "Fuck me raw."
"Oh yeah, gonna fuck you so good." Puck said speeding up his movements, one hand resting at the back of Kurt's neck, forcing him to keep his head down. "Scream for me bitch. Let those losers hear what a dirty slut you are."
"Mmm, shit, harder." Kurt moaned.
In the other car, the two girls as well as Artie were still going at it and letting out a series of moans. However, Kurt's pants and groans easily outdone theirs. He was loud and shrill as Puck plunged roughly in and out of him.
"That's it Noah, pound my fucking ass." Kurt encouraged.
"Fuck, you're my hot little slut." Puck breathed moving his hand up to grip Kurt's hair then force his head back so he could claim his mouth in a bruising kiss. "Such a good whore for me."
"Oh, oh, yeah, urgh, mmm fuck," Kurt groaned unintelligibly. "I'm so close, Noah I'm gonna… I'm gonna…"
"Yeah, cum for me baby." Puck ordered and Kurt was moaning higher than ever as his orgasm was ripped from his trembling body. "Ah shit." Puck hissed as Kurt's anal walls clenched tightly around his condom-covered cock. "So fucking beautiful." He sighed in a tone of awe after he'd spilled himself into the condom then pulled out and bent to admire Kurt's gaping and well-used hole.
The two boys pulled their pants back up and Kurt turned to meet Puck in another lust-filled kiss.
"Love you." Kurt said.
"Love you more, princess." Puck replied holding him close.
"Cut the romantic shit, you'll make me yak." Santana called out to him.
"Screw you Lopez." Puck retorted.
"Already been taken care of." Artie said smugly from somewhere in the car.
"Well, Kurt was the loudest, so he totally won." Puck stated proudly.
"Whatever," Santana scoffed. "Your boyfriend might be loud Puckerman but both of you suck at dirty talk. Brittany totally kicked your gay-boy asses with that."
"Go eat pussy Lopez." Puck called back to her as he and Kurt re-seated themselves in the car.
"She already did that." Brittany replied sounding highly satisfied. "Bye Kurt, see you tomorrow."
"Bye Britt." Kurt answered before driving off. "So, tomorrow after school we put Rachel's plan into action and see if we can get a Karofsky confession on camera."
"Yeah, just relax doll, it'll all work out." Puck told him.
"Noah," Kurt said as he pulled up outside Puck's house. "Never call me 'doll' again." He advised.
"Sure thing, slut-boy." Puck smirked.
Kurt simply glared before snatching a handful of Puck's shirt and pulling him in to a steamy goodnight kiss.
To Be Continued
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