A/N: I have no idea what in the world goes on in Noah Puckerman's mind, and I don't intend to find out. I'll just try to make it sound like a guy thinking/talking. Forgive my amateur-ness.
POV: Noah Puckerman
Freshmen. Sure, the other one's pretty much a geeky Rachel Berry, but hey. They're still freshmen.
I slapped myself. You know, using my imagination. I wasn't going to make myself look retarded. I wasn't going to get freshmen laid when I'm going out with Quinn. And hell no, I wasn't considering sleeping with the small geek.
"Um," I heard a voice say behind me. "You're Noah Puckerman, right?" It was the other freshman. The hotter one.
Hell yeah, I am.
"Yeah," I said casually.
"What can I call you?"
"Just Puck."
"Well then, Just Puck, can you show me where the clubroom is?" She smiled.
I laughed at her joke. I felt stupid for thinking the girl was shy. "Sure," I replied. "But Finn's coming along. We got fourth period together."
She nodded, and looked exactly like she did the first time she walked on stage: quiet and shy.
"Yo, Finn!" I called. Finn's head popped out from behind the curtains kind of like a puppet. "Let's go," I told him.
We were walking down the hallway with Freshman Girl in the middle. I forgot her name. Then again, I barely remember the names of most of the chicks I've slept with, so maybe it comes naturally to me.
"So," Finn said, trying to make conversation," You a freshman?"
Duh.
"Y-yeah," Freshman stammered.
"Have you joined any other clubs?"
"Um, I was, um, planning on trying out for the cheerleading squad, but..."
"That's great!" Finn sounded ecstatic. Crap, did I just use that word in a sentence? Rachel Berry's growing on me. "But?" I cut in, letting Freshman continue.
"I don't know. I won't fit in," Freshman answered. Without any hint of shyness.
"Oh come on," Finn tried. "You're pretty. And you seem to know what you want and can do."
"Um, t-thanks?" Freshman cracked a smile.
I started noticing the people staring at us, a tiny, younger girl in between two junior football players. Damn, we probably looked like pedos. Then I saw Quinn up ahead, beside Finn's locker. She looked at us, and parted her lips. I knew exactly what name she was about to call out.
"Finn!" She called out.
I knew she was gonna call me. Wait, did she just say Finn?
"I need to talk to you," she told him.
Finn told us to go on without him, and went to Quinn. Freshman looked normal again. But before Finn talked to Quinn, he called out, "Hey, Freshie!"
Freshie? I swear, I laughed inside. Freshman turned around in response.
"What's your name?"
"Charlie Marvil."
Finn nodded, as if he discovered something really cool. Then he turned to his locker and Quinn
I got curious. Why would Quinn talk to Finn and not to me?
"Hey," I told Charlie. At least I think it was Charlie. "I gotta run. It's that door right there," I pointed to the clubroom door. Charlie left, and I was free to eavesdrop.
Finn took out a book from his locker. "U.S. History," he muttered. "I didn't know I was taking that."
And after I blinked, Rachel Berry's head popped out from behind them. Hmm. I guess she and Finn like popping their heads out of places. Rachel had some kind of accomplished look on her face.
"Hey," Quinn told Finn.
"Yeah?"
"It's been a long year," Quinn told him, "and it's been quite a summer."
Finn closed his locker and looked directly at Quinn. "Yeah. Sure has been."
"I've been thinking," Quinn went on, "And...I think we should be together again."
What?
What? Rachel mouthed.
"What?" Finn said, a freaked-out expression on his face.
"Come on," Quinn rolled her eyes, "Beth's been adopted, I'm back on the Cheerios..."
Yeah. That's why you're wearing your uniform.
"...Puck and I are practically over so it's like nothing happened."
Over? Nothing happened? Was she high?
Finn was silent. "I'd be lying if I say that I don't have any feelings left for you."
Holy –—.
And as for Rachel...she didn't look too well.