A/N: I'm actually pleasantly surprised at those of you who expressed interest in this. Your encouragement let me write this little beauty. I had a lot of fun writing this drabble, and I hope you enjoy yourselves, reading it!
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Everyone cheered as William Schuester pumped the twelfth place trophy victoriously in the air.
"Looks good, right?" Mr. Schue sat down on the stool in front of his students, and they sat in their seats. He smiled warmly at them. "I am so, so proud of you, guys. We were recognized as one of the top fifty show choirs in the country, and that alone tells me how good of a team you guys truly are. I've watched you guys grow so much since our first glee meeting, and I am truly honored to have witnessed you all come together as a true family. You all should be nothing but proud."
"Let's hear it for Mr. Schue!" Sam catcalled, and the rest of the team followed suit, laughing and clapping loudly. Among the commotion, Puck reached behind him to grab his guitar and stumble is way to front of the room.
"Mr. Schue, if I may?" Puck received a quick nod. "If I can get the rest of you to join in with this special song, this number goes out to a couple of members who made 12th place possible."
Rachel clapped her hands, excitedly. "I'm so glad you're giving Santana and Brittany praise for their work in our group number. They did phenomenal and truly deserve it!" Both of the girls who were mentioned shot Rachel an amused, appreciative look and returned their gaze back to Puck who had a smile playing on his lips. He didn't say anything but motioned for Artie to wheel himself up next to him. Puck started to strum a few chords, and then he proceeded to play the opening bars of the song.
Finn nodded his head along to the beat. The song sounded familiar, but he couldn't place exactly where he heard it. Obviously, Rachel recognized it though, because she let out a soft groan and buried her hot (literally red hot) face in his shoulder.
There you see her,
Sitting there across the way.
She don't got a lot to say,
But there's something about her…
Puck crooned softly, and after a couple of phrases, Artie joined in with a nice harmony. Finn didn't know what had Rachel all riled up until he heard the next part.
And you don't know why,
But you're dyin' to try,
You wanna kiss the girl
At the last three words, Puck looked directly at Finn and Rachel and waggled his eyebrows, suggestively.
"I told you." Finn muttered to Rachel, hiding his face in his hands.
"Shut it, Hudson." Rachel said through her teeth. Mike and Sam also made their way down to Puck and Artie and joined in with them. Finn forgot his embarrassment for a brief moment and thought the quartet had the chops to open a serenading business. Although, maybe he could replace Mike, because it wasn't like he was singing anyway.
Yes, you want her
Look at her; you know you do
It's possible she wants you do,
There is one way to ask her…
Mr. Schue finally caught on to what was happening and rolled his eyes. Frankly, he knew Rachel and Finn had it coming, and this was actually pretty merciful of the rest of the club in comparison to what they were capable of doing. And he had to admit, he was pretty amused by the whole thing.
It don't take a word,
Not a single word,
Go on and kiss the girl
Puck's perfect Jamaican accent floated through the room and in time with the music, he addressed the others and winked.
Sing with me, now.
By this point all the kids had formed a circle around Finn and Rachel, dancing around them.
"Et tu, Kurt?" Rachel held a look of betrayal. The only response she got was a playful wink from her best friend.
The kids finished the song (including Sam's amazingly accurate impersonation of Skuttle's squawking) and chanted for Finn to kiss Rachel, teasingly. Finn was beyond humiliated and wanted nothing less than to share an intimate kiss with the girl he loved in front of his immature, taunting friends. But he also wanted them to shut up, so he leaned over and sweetly pecked Rachel's cheek, ignoring the jeering and booing all around him.
Puck smirked at the couple. "You didn't think we'd let you off that easy, did you?"
