Author's Note: Hey guys. Thanks for your reviews on the last chapter, even though I didn't get as many as usual. For some reason, I havn't gotten many reviews on the last chapter of my other story either. It's all goo though, kuz I know you're reading. I have the graphs to prove it. Anyways, I hope you like this chapter. It's my first sonfic/chapter and I'm not so sure how it turned out. I just somehow had to put this song into the story. It's one of my favorites by my favorite band: Trapt. They rule! Ahem…enjoy and please tell me what you think of this chapter.
Warning: m/m, slight language, mild language
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
"Guys, guys listen up! Now, yesterday we had a break and we all got a little…crazy, but staring today we're back to business," Mr. Schue announced to everyone in the room. There was a chorus of groans from the glee club as Mr. Schuester finished his announcement and walked towards his piano in search of sheet music. Just the thought of having to go back to work especially after such a wild party, had everyone's eyelids waning. All the students leaned further back into their seats as their curly haired teacher approached them with a portfolio full of possible song choices for Sectionals. He was stopped however, by the disgruntled looks on all his students. There wasn't much chance of getting them to work in this condition. He sighed and placed the folder on his seat in front of the class.
"Fine, fine. I can take a hint. We won't go over sheet music for Sectionals," he stated, slightly disappointed they wouldn't be able to do any real progress. The heads of all the students snapped up as smiles, high fives, and exclamations of "yes" were exchanged. The middle aged man rolled his eyes and quickly tried to think of something for everyone to do. He needed something they would enjoy but would help them improve on something they needed help on. He snapped his fingers and smiled widely as he thought up the perfect activity.
"Now here's my alternative assignment for the day. I've been noticing lately that you guys have been missing some of that emotion you used to sing with. To win Sectionals you guys have to show the audience and judges that you're not just singing some music that someone assigned to you. You need to convey you're feelings through the song to exhibit how the words relate to your lives. That's why today, I'm going to call up some of you to sing a song, of your choosing, to try to show us how you feel," he finished off in one breath. He smiled warmly at all his students and awaited their replies.
"Wow Mr. Schue, I think that was the longest speech you've made all month," Finn replied chuckling. A few laughs could be heard from some of the students as Mr. Schue sighed dejectedly.
"Right…well with that said who wants to go first?"
Everyone silenced and avoided the man's gaze. He looked around the room, trying to decide who to pick to go first. His eyes swept from person to person until he finally settled on someone. Someone he hadn't even noticed until now. Will found Puck sitting in the same seat he was in yesterday. The muscular teen was even sitting in the same position; looking down at his shoes with a small frown on his face. This assignment would be perfect for Puck. Not only was the teen usually very emotional in his singing, but maybe Will might be able to figure out what's been bothering the other lately.
"Puck, I want you to come up and be our first performance of the day," Mr. Schue said. Everyone looked back towards the teen as if they hadn't noticed his presence at all. Puck stood up from his seat and hastily walked between chairs to get to the front of the class. He looked at Mr. Schuester and sighed.
"What do I have to do again?" he asked in a small voice. Will was slightly surprised by how tired he sounded. It was nothing like what he was expecting. He was expecting to hear indignation and defiance in Puck's voice. He shook his head from his thoughts and refocused on the class.
"Just pick any song you want and try to show us how you feel through your singing."
"Ok…," Puck said. Will nodded and walked over to his seat next to the piano as he waited for Puck to begin. The mohawked teen took a deep breath and straightened his posture. He hardened his facial features and stared directly at is empty seat.
"Close my eyes
Let the whole thing pass me by
There is no time to waste
Asking why?
I'll run away with you, by my side
I'll run away with you, by my side
I need to let go, let go, let go, let go of this pride"
His stony voice was laced with loneliness. All the glee kids and Mr. Schue watched in awe as the teen sang on with a permanent look of emptiness on his face. Puck took another deep breath before he continued to sing.
"I think about your face
And how I fall into your eyes
The out moment I trace around the one that I call mine
Time to count more space
And beware that your drew the line
I don't need you solve this case
And I don't need to look behind"
"Close my eyes
Let the whole thing pass me by
There is no time to waste
Asking why?
I'll run away with you, By my side
I'll run away with you, By my side
I need to let go, let go, let go, let go of this pride"
Puck tried his hardest to keep his gave steady as he sang the song, perfectly hitting every note with the strength his voice was well known for. He could feel the familiar sting in his eyes and desperately tried to blink away the moisture that was accumulating. If he cried here everyone would see how weak he was. The teen shut his eyes tightly to stall the flooding liquid. He exhaled a shaky breath as he told himself it would be over soon.
"Do I expect to change, the past I hold inside?
With all the words I say
Repeating over in my mind
Some things you can't erase
No matter how hard you try
An exit to escape
Is all there is left to find"
"Close my eyes
Let the whole thing pass me by
There is no time to waste
Asking why?
I'll run away with you, by my side
I'll run away with you, by my side
I need to let go, let go, let go, let go of this pride
Until this echo, echo, echo, echo in my mind
Until this echo, echo, echo, echo can subside"
He was almost done. He imagined he must look like an idiot right now, singing in front of the glee club with his eyes locked closed and his fist shaking from the force he was clenching them with. Even worse, he could feel his salty tears escaping the prison of his eyelids to run down his tan face. He could just stop singing and leave right now. This could all be over if he made it be over, but for some reason he couldn't do that. He felt the inexplicable urge to finish what he started. He opened his eyes slowly and for the first time looked up at the questioning faces of his peers. He didn't care about most of them. Most of them would probably just gossip about all of this as soon as he left. With that thought, he turned to a certain brunet in the room. He looked just as confused as everyone else. After a long pause Puck decided it was time to finish his song.
"So I,
Close my eyes
Let the whole thing pass me by
There is no time to waste
Asking why?
I'll run away with you, by my side
I'll run away with you, by my side
I need to let go, let go, let go, let go of this pride
Until this echo, echo, echo, echo in my mind
Until this echo, echo, echo, echo can subside"
As puck finished singing the last soft notes of the song, he couldn't help but think of how confused everyone here must be. Puck, the badass, was openly crying in front of them while singing a song about his "feelings". It was so ridiculous he almost laughed. He moed his gaze from Kurt and once again chose to stare at his unoccupied seat. Everyone was quiet as he walked to it, picked up his backpack and walked towards the exit. He could feel all their eyes burning a hole in the back of his head as he reached the door and opened it.
"Puck, wait-," Will called out, but the ten was already gone. The room was awkwardly silent as they thought about what just happened.
"What…the…hell?" Finn broke the silence.
Leave it to Finn to lighten a sad and awkward situation. He's cute in his own way lol. Okay guys there it is. Please tell me what you think. If you don't tell me then I can't get better. After all, I am trying to entertain you. Until next time, hopefully soon, goodbye.