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By and large, Jazz has always been like the kind of man you wouldn't want your daughter to associate with. – Duke Ellington.
It was Monday morning once again and everyone was in a slump. Jazz hadn't slept at all last night for some reason and was falling asleep on her feet. As she made her way through the crowded hallways to her locker, she got lost twice. After finally finding her locker, she pulled her books for Spanish out and slid to the ground, closing her eyes.
"Hey, flames." Puck said, staring down at her. She shut her eyes tighter and groaned. "I love it when you make that noise." Jazz feebly tried to hit him but missed. "But, anyways, are you Jewish, perhaps?" Jazz opened her eyes and looked at him, bewildered.
"No, Christian. Why?" She questioned, suspicious. He walked away without answering, looking deep in thought. Jazz left it alone and shut her eyes again.
"Good morning Starshine." A soft voice with a British accent made her wake from her snoozing before class. She opened her eyes to see Oliver bending down and staring her in the face. "I hope you're having a wonderful morning on this beautiful Monday." Jazz grunted but allowed him to lift her off the ground.
"I couldn't sleep," Jazz yawned. "Last night."
"Maybe try counting sheep?" Oliver said, jokingly.
"I did." Jazz said, leaning back against the lockers, her eyes closing once again. "I also tried…" But the words were drowned out when she was covered in cherry slush.
"Stupid chick thinking she could play sports." A low voice said. Jazz opened her eyes after wiping the slush away from them. Before her, leaning against Oliver, was a fellow Hockey teammate. Oliver was standing there looking ashamed but he didn't tell his teammate off. Jazz glared at him, now fully awake.
"Oh, nice one." Jazz said, not even looking at Oliver. "And how come you can't get a girlfriend?" The hockey player scoffed and walked off after patting Oliver on the back. Jazz watched him go, fuming. "Thanks a lot, Jones." She stormed off past him to, towards the girl's bathroom.
Before she pushed the door open to wash herself off, she saw the hockey player being hit in the face and the back of a Mohawk walking away. With a grin, she shut herself in.
She entered glee a little late, her hair damp pulled up in a ponytail, one of Kurt's sweaters over her black tank, and carrying her wicked shirt. That's what she was upset most over. Jazz had gotten it when she had gone and saw the opening show of Wicked in San Francisco. It was her most prized possession.
Cory smiled at her sadly as she motioned to her ruined shirt. She took a seat next to him and leaned her head on his shoulder. Quinn was wiping off a wet Finn who seemed to have gotten the slushie as well. Jazz smiled sadly at him.
She looked around at the people sitting in the room this period. Puck was avoiding her eye and Jazz didn't know why.
"The slushie war has commenced." Kurt said, sitting next to Jazz and crossing his legs. Jazz hugged him and silently thanked him for the shirt.
"And if Finn and you got nailed," Mercedes told Jazz, sitting next to Kurt. "None of us are safe."
"Okay guys," Mr. Shue said, walking into the room. "We're a little behind for sectionals thanks to our Sue Sylvester detour. But you guys seemed to really enjoy doing mash-ups, right? And I want to keep you guys fired up. Plus there is an important lesson to be learned with Mash-Ups. Sometimes things are so different that they don't feel like they go together. But the big difference between them is what makes them great. Like… chocolate and bacon."
"Or glee club and football." Finn put out while Quinn continued to wipe him off.
"Exactly," Mr. Shue said, pointing at Finn. "But you've proven that it is a great combination. So, here is my personal favorite song and you're homework for the week is to find an unexpected mash-up to go with it." He passed out the sheet music.
"Bust a move?" Kurt asked skeptically.
"Man, this song is old school." Mercedes pointed out.
"This song is amazing!" Jazz said jumping up.
"Uhm, Artie. Try and follow along on the base." Mr. Shue said, wheeling him over. "Finn, take us through it."
"I, uh, sorry Mr. Shue. I got corn syrup in my eye."
"Baby." Jazz said, staring at him with a disbelieving look on her face. He'd gotten the grape slush, the one with the least corn syrup. "I lost both my contacts from the hit this morning. I can't see a thing."
"Okay, uh, Puck. How 'bout it?" Mr. Shue asked. Jazz perked up, she'd never heard him sing before.
"I don't groove on young MC." Puck told him.
"I am shocked at the lack of leading man ambition in this room right now." Rachel told everyone shaking her head.
"It's okay Rachel." Mr. Shue told her. He set down his music and started unbuttoning his shirt. "I guess I'm going to show these guys how it's done. Jazz, come dance with me."
People started laughing and wolf whistling. Jazz stood up and took to the dance floor as the band started up the music.
This here's a tale for all the fellas
Try to do what those ladies tell us
Get shot down cause you're over zealous
Play hard to get an females get jealous
Ok smarty, go to a party
Girls are scantily clad and showin body
A chick walks by you wish you could sex her
But you're standin on the wall like you was Poindexter
New movie's showin... so you're goin
Could care less about the five you're blowin
Theatre gets dark just to start the show
When you spot a fine woman sittin in the front row
She's dressed in yellow, she says "Hello,
Come sit next to me you fine fellow"
You run over there without a second to loose
And what comes next, hey bust a move
If you want it baby you've got it
If you want it baby you've got it
Just bust a move
If you want it baby you've got it
If you want it baby you've got it
Your best friend Harry has a brother Larry
In five days from now he's gonna marry
He's hopin you can make it there if you can
'Cause in the ceremony you'll be the best man
You say "neato"... check your libido
And roll to the church in your new tuxedo
The bride walks down just to start the wedding
And there's one more girl you won't be getting
So you start thinkin, then you start blinkin
A bride maid looks and thinks that you're winkin
She thinks you're kinda cute so she winks back
And now you're feelin really fine cus the girl is stacked
Reception's jumpin, bass is pumpin
Look at the girl and your heart starts thumpin
Says she wants to dance to a different groove
Now you know what to dog, bust a move
If you want it baby you've got it
If you want it baby you've got it
Just bust a move
If you want it baby you've got it
If you want it baby you've got it
By the end of the song, everyone was dancing old-school and singing along, except Kurt. Jazz forgot about everything that had happened that morning.
The next day at football practice, her and Cory were warming up when from the huddle Finn came flying on another player, knocking them both over. Jazz threw the football down and ran over, pulling Finn off of the boy while Coach Tanaka pulled the other boy to standing.
"Calm down, Finn." Jazz said, holding him back.
"Everybody!" Coach yelled, getting furious. "On the sidelines, take a knee! NOW!"
Everyone made their way over to the sidelines and got down; waiting for what was coming next.
"What if you had broken Finn's arm, huh?" Coach asked, bearing down on the player fighting with Finn. "We'd be worse off and more pathetic then we already are. Where's Puckerman?"
Jazz looked down the line and realized he wasn't there.
"He said he had to miss practice today," Finn answered quietly. "He's working on something for glee club."
"What? He's working on his coming out of the closet speech or something." Finn reached behind Matt and hit the player the said that. Cory grabbed Jazz's shoe to keep her from getting up.
"Enough!" Coach Tanaka yelled, getting really angry. "Football is war. And no one single man can win that war, not even if they strap nukes on him. I want you to start acting like a team again. When we won that one game, it wasn't because we were dancing. It was because we were a singular purpose. I want you to start hanging more. Spending more time together. Which is why, starting next week, I'm adding another practice on Thursdays at 3:30."
"But coach, that's when glee rehearses." Jazz spoke about, livid.
"I have had it up to here with Shuester and glee." Coach said, bearing down on her. "Here's the story, girly. And you tell Puckerman this when you see him. That practice is mandatory and no exceptions. So you're going to have to choose what's more important to you. Football or Glee club." Jazz looked over at Finn who looked lost.
That night, Cory was out with Dakota and Denis and Jennifer had gone to dinner. She was home alone, so after showering and slipping on sweats and a tie-dyed shirt, Jazz went down stairs and began cooking dinner. As the water started to boil and the ramen noodles were set in, the door bell rang.
Jazz set her stuff down and walked to the door, opening it. Before he stood none other than Puck and he was holding a guitar. She gave him a weird look as he stood their awkwardly.
"Cory's out with Dakota, but I'll tell him you stopped by." Jazz said, starting to close the door again. He put his foot in the way.
"Actually, I need your help." Puck said, awkwardly. Jazz looked him up and down then held the door open.
"Trying to get with a girl?" She asked, letting him in.
"Maybe," he gave her a strange look. She stood chest to chest with him and touched his lips with her index finger.
"You're lips are red, like you've just been making out. But you're not messed up enough to have done the dirty." Jazz said, turning and walking back to the kitchen.
"How would you know?" He scoffed.
"I'm not as prude as you think." She winked and stirred her pot. "Ramen noodles?" She turned around and caught him staring at her butt. Jazz rolled her eyes.
"No," Puck said, looking back at her face. "I need help though. She wants me to sing a solo before she can 'give herself to me."
"Ah, so it's Rachel Berry you're attempting to woo." Jazz said, picking up the pot and carrying it over to the sink to drain the water.
"Well, yes." He rubbed the back of his head. "And you're the other know-it-all when it comes to music so I thought I'd ask you for help."
"Okay, what were you thinking?" She asked, mixing the powder in with the noodles.
"A Jewish singer." Jazz laughed then caught his eyes.
"Alright." She said, "Let's go up to my room." Jazz poured her noodles into a bowl, grabbed a fork and began making her way upstairs.
"You know," Puck said, walking behind her. "That's the first time a girl has said that to me when I know we aren't about to have sex."
Jazz rolled her eyes and ignored the comment as she pushed open her bedroom door. Puck was shocked into silence behind her.
"It's huge." He muttered and she dropped down into her bed and pulled her Mac out, typing furiously away.
"I love it, especially the bed." Jazz said, snuggling into her soft white covers.
"You're right. It would be perfect to…" Puck started, but Jazz cut him off with a look.
"Alright, how about we do this." She set the laptop down and went up to her stereo system, picking out a song and pressing play. As the opening cords resounded off the room, Jazz grabbed Puck's hand and dragged him to the dancing side.
"Baby seems we never ever agree. You like the movies and I like T.V." Jazz said, dancing around Puck, who stood there laughing.
"I take things serious and you take 'em light," Puck joined in, joining in on the dancing.
"I go to be early." Jazz sang, dropping to the floor and lying down.
"And I party all night." Puck stepped over her and did a hip thrust.
"Our friends are sayin'," Jazz took his hands that he had dropped down.
"We ain't gonna last," Puck pulled her out and up, spinning her around.
"Cuz I move slowly," She ran her hands down his body, taking her time.
"And baby I'm fast." He grabbed her hands, spun them around and sang into her ear.
"I like it quiet," Jazz pulled her hands free and jumped away, turning to face him.
"And I love to shout," Puck took a step back and yelled.
"But when we get together," Jazz and Puck sang together, doing a step touch towards eachother. "It just all works out." They grabbed hands, then released and threw them into the air.
"I take 2 steps forward." Jazz said, stepping towards him until they were really close.
"I take 2 steps back." Puck sang, stepping backwards.
"We come together. Cuz opposites attract." Puck grabbed her hands as they sang in unison and pulled her towards him. They collided and she laughed. "Cause you know."
"It ain't fiction." Jazz pushed away and shook her finger at him.
"Just a natural fact." Puck laughed, and spun her into him.
"We come together. Cuz opposites attract." Jazz tried to jump to the side, to end the song, but without her contacts she couldn't see a thing. She ended up miscalculating and jumping right into him, knocking both of them to the floor, her on top.
Headlight flashed in her window as a car pulled out of the driveway. She tried to see what kind of car it was but it was already around the corner. Jazz pushed her body off of his, and stood up. She laughed and walked over to the bed, picking up her food.
After he stopped groaning, Puck propped himself up on one arm and stared at her. "Although that song works, I don't really feel like singing Abdul in front of the glee club."
"Alright, then." She flipped open her Mac again and started searching. After a few beats she closed it again and went and picked up her acoustic guitar, a dove Gibson. Puck looked impressed.
"Didn't know you could play the guitar." Puck said, standing up.
"I didn't know you could be a nice guy." Jazz retorted. Puck rolled his eyes.
"How about Billy Joel?" She questioned, playing a few cords and humming along with Sweet Caroline. He smiled and picked up his guitar. In no time, Jazz had taught him the entire song and they set their guitar down and leaned back in the bed.
"Hey, Noah." She asked, her eyes closed. He grunted to say he was listening. "Thank you, about this morning. For hitting that guy." She felt the bed shift as he moved to look at her.
"Someone had to, since the punk Oliver wouldn't." He said. Jazz stayed quiet. "Plus, you're a team-mate. We need to stick up for one another." Jazz turned on her side so they were staring at eachother.
"Oh, that's why you did it." Jazz said. Noah's turn to stay quiet. "Coach scheduled a mandatory practice on Thursday, we have to choose between glee and football. I'm choosing glee." He shut his eyes as if he was in pain and breathed deeply.
"What am I supposed to do now?" He opened his eyes again and looked at Jazz searchingly.
She shrugged with the shoulder that wasn't pressed to the bed. "As long as you make the choice yourself, I know it will be the right one."
"You really are an amazing girl." Noah said, his head getting closer to hers. And, she realized, she was getting closer to him, their bodies touching now. Their lips were almost together when the grand clock went off outside. She sat straight up and he groaned.
"What time is it?" She asked her voice small.
"Nine, why?" He told her, sitting up.
She grabbed his arm and his guitar. "My brother's going to be home at any minute. He'll have both of us skinned if he knows you were here when no one else was home. Out, out, out." She ran all the way to the door and shoved him out. "Keep you're headlights off until you're in the road." Noah was laughing as he got into his car.
"Hey, Jazz." He yelled back, through an open window. "Why don't we do this another night? I can help you with a song for the mash-up." She didn't say anything but smiled and waved him away.
Just as he turned on his headlights and headed down the street Cory pulled into the driveway. Him and Dakota parked and jumped out as Jazz yelped and ran to the kitchen.
"Jazzie, we're home!" Jazz was washing her hands and turned around, face to face with a slush.
"AH!" She said, covering herself. Cory laughed and shoved it into her hands. She opened her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. "You know, this is going to add to my Sue Sylvester nightmares." Jazz sat down next to Dakota, who was slurping up the remains of his slush. Cory's phone rang and he answered it.
"Can I call you back in a second? I need to put Dakota to bed. Alright." Cory hung up the phone but before he put it away, Jazz glanced at the caller ID. "Hey, bud. I think all the slush is gone. Run and get you're pajamas on and I'll be up in a second." Dakota frowned but ran up the stairs, leaving his empty cup behind.
Jazz sat there, sipping her cherry drink and staring at Cory. He was walking around, picking up the kitchen. This reminded her of back with Aunt Kris.
"You like her, don't you?" Jazz said, setting down her cup. "Quinn, I mean."
Cory paused in his clean-up but resumed quickly. "I don't know, Jazz. We got partnered in Chemistry when I first came and had a take-home project. Now she calls me every night and we just talk." He leaned over the sink and threw his rag down. "It wouldn't matter anyways. She's pregnant with Finn's child, and won't leave no matter how worthless he is to her." His fingers were turning purple as he gripped the edge.
"Cory, she may have a child, but you're wonderful with children," Jazz stood up and rubbed his back, making him calm down. "If you're meant to be together, it will all work out in the end." She told him, thinking about her night.
He breathed and smiled at her. "So, Puck was here tonight…?" Jazz choked and her eyes grew. "He passed me on the way out. What happened?"
"Who passed you on the way out?" Jennifer asked as she stumbled into the kitchen and giggling. "A boy, Jazzie?"
"No one, mom." Cory said quickly. "I'll go put Dakota to bed."
"Denis is already up there." Jennifer turned back to Jazz, now serious. "You'd better not be having sex with this Puckerman boy. He used to clean our pool and is not a good character."
"He's a nice guy!" Jazz yelled defensively. Cory gave her a warning look.
"He still shouldn't be here when nobodies home and you should not be having sex with him!" Jennifer snapped back.
Jazz stood up furiously and made for the door. As she reached the entrance and called over her shoulder. "And, we didn't do anything. I'm not a slut like you think I am."
Jazz ran into Glee late, a little flustered. She'd been avoiding Oliver who was looking all over for her. Luckily, Mr. Shue was facing another way as she snuck under him.
"Come on, guys. It's like you're daring me to start dancing." Their teacher joked. Everyone started talking at this point and Jazz laughed.
"I've been working on something." Puck spoke up from over by the band. Jazz looked at him and his eyes flashed towards her, the smile growing on his face.
"Oh yeah?" Mr. Shue asked, amazed.
"It's my personal tribute to a musical Jewish icon." He said, looking at Rachel. Jazz kept herself from rolling her eyes.
"Uh, fantastic. Let's hear it." Their director told him, taking a seat by Jazz and Matt.
The rest of the band picked up as soon as Puck began to play the cords.
Where it began, I can't begin to know when
But then I know it's growing strong
Oh, wasn't the spring, whooo
And spring became the summer
Who'd believe you'd come along
Hands, touching hands, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Oh, sweet Caroline
Good times never seem so good
I've been inclined to believe it never would
Oh, sweet Caroline
Good times never seem so good
I've been inclined to believe it never would
Oh, no, no, no.
Puck kept his eyes on Rachel most of the time, but once in a while they'd flit over the Jazz. Santana crossed her arms, looking disgusted at Rachel. Jazz sang along, marveling at how well this song fit his voice. After he finished, Mr. Shue stood up clapping.
"That was amazing." He praised. "And I have an idea! That song we've been working on, things can only get better? You take the male lead!"
Everyone stood up to congratulate Puck. Jazz beamed at him from her seat, her brain buzzing.
It was Thursday, the day of the showdown. The day they found out if Glee was still a go. As the clock chimed 3:30, everyone's heads turned towards the door. It was quiet for a second before Cory and Jazz walked in, hand in hand. Kurt ran forward and hugged her tightly. Cory went to stand by Quinn who patted his arm.
They waited a second longer and foot steps were heard. Matt and Mike entered next, Santana and Brittney running forward to greet them. They walked back to stand with everybody else. Jazz watched the door, her hopefulness falling every second.
Then Puck walked through the door. Jazz was going to greet him, but Rachel beat him, making her remember they were together. Her face fell.
"Are you sure about this? Choosing us over football might mean getting a slushie in the face everyday." Rachel told him.
He looked over and made eye contact with Jazz as he said, "Bring it." And they hugged, Jazz looked at Mr. Shue.
"Where's Finn?" She asked, chewing her lip. He was the only one not to show up. "Well, can I show everyone what I've been working on that may mash-up with bust it?"
Everyone slowly made it back to their seats. Mr. Shue nodded his head.
"You'll know this song if you've ever seen 10 Things I Hate About You." She pulled out the mike stand and the corded mike.
Hey, Oww
I want you to want me
I need you to need me
I'd love you to love me
I'm beggin' you to beg me
I want you to want me
I need you to need me
I'm beggin' you to beg me
Shine up the old brown shoes
Put on a brand new shirt
Get home early from work
If you say that you love me
Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'
Feelin' all alone without a friend
You know you feel like dyin'
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'
I want you to want me
I need you to need me
I'd love you to love me
Yeah, I'm beggin' you to beg me
Shine up the old brown shoes
Put on a brand new shirt
Get home early from work
If you say that you love me
Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'
Yeah, Feelin' all alone without a friend
You know you feel like dyin'
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'
Oww, Oww, Oww, Yeah
I want you to want me
I need you to need me
I'd love you to love me
I'm beggin' you to beg me
C'mon, I want you to want me.
As she sang through the song, she danced around, twirling the cord between her fingers, and flirting with the guitar player. She was having such a good time, winking at the guy Glee club members and moving her hips around she was upset when the song ended.
Everyone stood up and clapped for her performance, except Puck. He sat in his chair, looking confused. Rachel noticed.
Jazz was stuck cleaning off equipment during football practice. In the middle of gym class, she'd stood up and called Tanaka an ass. She was in deep trouble, so now she was holding a hose and spraying down benches and pads and helmets. It wouldn't have been so bad if the coach hadn't made her wear shorts and a tank, and it wasn't during practice. To add to that, Oliver was running around the track and Puck was sitting in the stands.
Every time Oliver would pass her, he'd try and get her attention. She was pointedly ignoring him. This time however he stopped running to talk to her.
"Please," He said, walking into her path. She side-stepped him. "What can I do to show I'm sorry?"
She faced him evilly, holding up the spray hose. His eyes grew wide, but he shook his head yes. Jazz pulled the nozzle thoroughly soaking him. When she was finished and had stopped spraying him, he wiped off his eyes.
"Happy now?" he asked, walking towards her. Before she realized what he was doing, she got a gigantic hug, soaking her to the bones. Jazz wriggled free and ran away. As she came to a halt, a little ways away, she looked up to see Puck staring at her sadly and Rachel (who was sitting behind him) mouth 'Jazz, don't you?' Puck turned away quickly. Jazz continued to stare as he stormed away from Rachel.
Before Rachel could look up and see her staring, Oliver was spraying her with the hose. Jazz yelped and ran towards him through the onslaught of water. Oliver dropped the hose as she reached him and grabbed her around the waist.
"Are we good now?" He asked, staring into her eyes. Jazz nodded and Oliver kissed her for the first time.
Jazz was still kind of dazed as she got ready for bed that night. She was just about to clap off the light when her phone buzzed, she picked it up to check who it was but she didn't know the number.
The text said, 'Come to your front porch.'
She cautiously made her way downstairs, trying not to wake anyone up. Jazz pushed the front door open and slipped outside running smack into Puck.
"Whoa, buddy." She said, stepping back. "Why are you here?"
"I have something for you." He told her, holding up a box. "It took me ages to find it, but I found one."
Jazz looked at him suspiciously, but then unwrapped it. She pulled out a defying gravity shirt that was exactly the same as the one that got ruined.
"I noticed that the hockey bozo ruined your other one," He said, rubbing the back of his head. "And you wear it all the time, more than any other one of your shirts, so I went and found another one."
Jazz started crying and flung her arms around his neck.
"N-Noah, I love you," Jazz sobbed into his neck, as he softly hugged her back. Car lights shone on them, but it quickly pulled away, leaving them in darkness. Jazz released him, he was smiling brightly. "You are just the most amazing friend." She patted his cheek, wished him a good night, and went up to bed.
She was waiting for Oliver at his locker the next day, hoping to see him before class. Puck walked up to his locker.
"Hey, Puck." He turned to face her and she grabbed his upper arm. Immediately, she noticed that her hand didn't ever fit around half of it. "I heard about you and Rachel. You should have talked to me last night."
"It wasn't even that big of a deal. I was going to dump her anyway." Jazz smiled sadly at him and continued to rub his arm.
A purple slush hit him.
Jazz turned around furiously to face his assailant and saw Oliver standing there holding an empty cup, a few hockey players behind him. Her eyes narrowed more than his even were.
"I drove by your house last night to see if you were still up." Oliver told her, no remorse in his voice. "You were embraced with him. Just like early this week when I stopped by to apologize, you were with him again."
"He dropped off a shirt that was ruined by this loser!" Jazz yelled, pointing to the player behind him. "And I was teaching him a new song for Glee, so he could impress Rachel."
"Impress Rachel? Yeah, right." Oliver scoffed. "He's wanted to get in your pants since you moved here, and you're falling for it!"
Puck made a motion for him, but Jazz stepped in his way.
"We're friends!" Jazz snarled. "But it looks like we aren't."
Oliver shook his head and the hockey player behind him handed him another cup.
"Now, do it to her. Since she's a football player and Glee loser." The idiot told Oliver. Oliver eyes widened and he looked stunned. "Or do you want me to pour it on you." He hesitated again. Puck tried to step in front of her again, but Jazz held him back.
The cherry iciness hit her, the second time this week. Puck growled and pushed her to the side, grabbing Oliver by the collar.
"You can throw as many at you like at me, but not her..." Puck said his voice dangerously low.
"No, Puck. Let him go. We should go get cleaned up." Jazz grabbed his arm and he released Oliver, who fell to the ground.
Oliver wiped his mouth as he stood up and said, "You can have her, she's a whore anyways."
Puck turned around and punched him as hard as he could in the mouth. Oliver recovered and punched him right back. Puck hit him again, knocking him to the floor. Jazz, after overcoming the shock, grabbed Puck and pushed him into the girl's bathroom, hanging an out of order sign on the outside. She pulled the stopper and put it so the door wouldn't open.
"You didn't need to hit him." She told him, pulling out a rag from her bag. She faced him and saw his lip was bleeding. Jazz frowned and made him sit down. She ran cold water over the rag, and held it to his lip. He patted his leg and she sat down, holding the rag in place.
"You're not a whore though," he mumbled through the towel. Jazz rolled her eyes and put his hand to the rag, making him hold it. She leaned his head back in the sink and used to a cup to pour water in his hair to get the sticky stuff out. He pulled the rag off for a minute. "You're probably the least whore of a girl I know."
"You must not know a lot of decent girls." Jazz smiled and looked down at him as she ran her hands over his Mohawk. "Was Oliver telling the truth?" Puck raised an eyebrow. "About you only wanting to get with me?" She looked away from his face as her eyes searching for something to stare at.
He grabbed her hand mid-motion, sat up, and faced her. "Now, I'm not going to deny I haven't thought about it. But, half the guys in the school probably have thought about it. You smoking, Jazz." She laughed and faced him. "But, no, that's not why I talk to you. And if I wanted to get with you so bad, I would have already." Jazz hit him with the towel and he grinned. "Now let me wash out your hair."
They switched places, Jazz leaning back into the sink. Noah gently ran his fingers of one hand through her hair, coaxing the slush out of it while his other held the rag to his lip. Jazz let him do his thing, slightly enjoying it.
"You're really good at this." She pointed out, closing her eyes.
"I have to do it to my sister when she get's dirty." He told her. "Okay, I think most of it's out."
She sat up, taking the towel and drying her hair as best she could. "Turn around," She told him as she dug through her bag for another shirt. She pulled the damp on off and put on the clean one. Jazz turned and saw Noah staring through the mirror. "You peeper." She accused.
"You got me." He held up his free hand. She walked up to him and took the rag gently away.
"It's stopped bleeding I think." Jazz said, staring at his lips. "Thank you for standing up for me again, Noah."
He lifted a hand and ran it through her hair again. "No problem, Jazz." They were moving closer again, Noah moving her head with his hand.
And the bell rang.
"We have to get to class!" Jazz said, stepping back and avoiding his gaze. She gathered up her stuff and rushed out the door. Puck kicked a chair.
As Jazz ran through the door to the choir room, Finn was in there, handing out slushies. Jazz cringed but took one anyway once she'd thrown her stuff down.
"Thanks for the slushies, Finn." Rachel said, staring at him. "They're delicious."
Puck walked in and took his.
"And loaded with empty Calories." Kurt added. Finn handed one to Mr. Shue. "You know why they call them slushies don't you?"
"Cause you're butt begins to look like one if you have too many." Jazz answered. The two connected pinkies and laughed.
"I'd like to propose a toast." Finn said, stepping up. "To Mr. Shue. You were right about glee club and football being a killer combination." Everyone hit there cups against one another. Except Quinn. Jazz slunk over to stand by her.
"Mr. Shue. I am sorry to report; we've all been remised about completing our assignment this week." Artie told him.
"Yeah, none of us could find a good groove for Bust a Move." Mercedes added.
"And I personally feel like a failure." Artie said, people laughed.
"Well, that's okay guys. I feel like the lesson landed. And that's what's important. And we are glad to have you back Finn." Mr. Shue patted him on the back. "You okay, Quinn?"
"Do I look okay?" Quinn asked, shaking her head. Cory moved uncomfortably. "I'm devastated. Now that I'm off the cheerios, I'll start everyday with a slushie facial."
"That's okay if that happens, Quinn. Because there are thirteen of your friends, right here, who are going to be more than happy to help clean you off." Mr. Shue said. Jazz grabbed her around the shoulder with a one armed hug. "Oh, em. Brain freeze." He walked back towards the door. "I can't imagine getting hit in the kisser with one of these."
Everyone looked towards eachother. Finn and Jazz made eye contact and nodded.
"You've never been hit by a slushie before, Mr. Shue." Artie questioned, as they slowly walked forward.
"Uhm, alright guys." Mr. Shue knew what was coming. "We're a team, bring it on. Gimme your best shot."
"One, two."
"Three!" Jazz yelled, throwing her slushie at him as everyone followed suit.
Once he was covered her wiped off his eyes and looked at them. "Alright. Thing can only get better, from the top." He started drinking his own slush again as everyone set up, going through the dances, and Puck and Jazz making more chemistry than they ever had before.