AN: Quinn sings country. They live in Ohio, right? Why isn't there more country?
Or did I get my geography wrong again?
Chapter 7 - rated T, posted 07.10.12
As Quinn had said before, he was in all the right clubs.
He was in charge of all the right clubs.
So why had he not known about the band?
He was musical. It seemed like the kind of thing he'd be into. He would definitely have joined had he known of its existence.
But he hadn't. So he didn't.
No matter. He'd just track them down and demand to be let in.
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It wasn't going well.
Quinn had searched absolutely everywhere for that damn psychic band and couldn't find a trace.
Maybe they saw him coming and hid!
No. That was preposterous. They couldn't really be psychic…
Could they?
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"Mr. Fabray, I assure you that no such club exists. This school hasn't had funding for musical groups for years."
"Mr. Figgins, with all due respect, they do exist; I've heard them. Could you please check again?"
"There is not, nor has there ever been, a band, orchestra or any type of musical ensemble at WMHS. Perhaps you should see Ms. Pillsbury about hearing things."
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"Hi, Quinn, how can I help you?"
"I want to join the band."
"Um…that's great, Quinn, which band are you talking about?"
"The psychic one."
"…Are you feeling ok?"
"I mean the one that plays when the glee club sings. They always know what songs to play and they always play perfectly with what seems like zero rehearsals. I want to be in that band."
"That's great, Quinn. It's good that you've found something that you enjoy and it's even better that it's music!"
"So can you help me, Mr. Schue?"
"No, sorry. I could ask around but I really have no idea who plays the background music."
"How can you not know? Don't you give them the set lists? Don't they practice in the auditorium? Haven't you ever seen them?"
"…Now that you mention it, I don't think I actually have ever seen them. I guess I'm always just so focussed on whoever's performing that I never think to find out who's in the pit."
"…Thanks anyway, Mr. Schue."
"Any time, Quinn!"
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Ok.
Psychic band.
Knows the songs before they're sung.
Plays when someone sings.
So Quinn would just have to sing.
Lure them out with a song! It's perfect!
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So maybe randomly bursting into song in the middle of the crowded hallway wasn't the greatest idea in history.
That's probably why it didn't work.
Also, the fact that he sang Relax again probably didn't work in his favour.
That stupid song.
But anyway, he retreated to the auditorium with a more appropriate song in mind this time.
He stood on the stage, facing the empty audience, and imagined the introduction in his head before singing.
"Why'd you call me today with nothing new to say?
You pretend it's just hello, but you know what it does to me to see your number on the phone."
No magical backing music yet.
Keep singing, Quinn. It'll happen. You'll get 'em.
"Now tell me, what do you want? What do you want? What do you want from me?
Are you tryin' to bring back the tears or just the memories?
You keep takin' me back, takin' me back where I've already been.
When we hang up it's almost like I'm losing you again
Can't you see? So what do you want, what do you want from me?"
Come on, psychic band! We don't have all day!
"I get so tired of living like this.
I don't have the time, neither do my friends,
To stay up at night, to pull me through,
And to find the things to keep my mind off of you,
So, now tell me, what do you want? What do you want? What do you want from me?
Did you call to say you've find someone and I'm a used-to-be?
You keep takin' me back, takin' me back where I've already been.
If you've moved on why does it feel like I'm losing you again?
Can't you see? So what do you want? What do you want from me?"
No music.
No music, no band.
Nothing but Quinn's voice.
Which is a shame because the chords in this song are awesome.
Keep singing, Quinn. Finish the song.
"What do you want me to say?
That I'm content? That I'm on the fence? That I wish you would've stayed?
Oh baby what do you want, what do you want, what do you want from me?
To come here and make love tonight cause you're feelin' lonely
You keep takin' me back, takin' me back where I've already been
When we wake up and say goodbye it's like I'm losing you again.
Can't you see? So what do you want, what do you want from me?
What do you want, what do you want from me?"
…
…Aaargh!
Where's the music!?
"Damn it! What do you want from me!?" Quinn growled at the absent psychic band.
Maybe they heard him from wherever they were.
If they didn't, they probably weren't very good psychics.
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Quinn stalked up to Ryan as he was happily humming to himself at his locker.
"Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm. If you were hmm. Hmm, hmm. That'd be ok. Hmm, hmm, 'cause hey. I'd like you anyway. Because you see. Hmm, hmm, hmm, me. I would feel free to say that hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm. But I'm not ga -"
"Ryan!"
"Wha - Quinn! You're… what do…" Ryan shook his head to clear his thoughts and took a deep breath, signalling to Quinn that a speech was imminent. "Quinn, while I am aware that we haven't properly spoken in far too many days and there is much that needs to be discussed as soon as possible, I feel I must first address the rather pressing matter that is just what exactly you did to your hair. And your clothes. And -"
"Ryan! Later. We'll talk later. But right now, I need your help with something."
Oh, boy. He'd forgotten about Ryan's new look.
Focus! Keep it together, man!
"This something doesn't happen to take place up against some kind of hard surface, does it? Because I'm not sure that would be all that productive given our -"
"Berry! I need your help with a song!"
Do not push him against the lockers.
Do NOT push him against the lockers and run your tongue down his smooth neck.
Don't even think about it.
Ryan paused for a moment before grinning widely up at the frustrated, blushing blonde.
"Of course, Quinn! Why didn't you say so?"
Instead of arguing, Quinn simply pulled a babbling Ryan by the wrist in the direction of the auditorium.
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"So you're telling me that you think there's a group of clairvoyant musicians who have no better use for their gifts than to play music when we sing."
"Just help me!" Quinn whined and Ryan couldn't resist.
"If you really believe it will help, I'll sing a duet with you."
"For real?" Quinn checked.
"Yes, Quinn, for real. Now pick a song."
"Um… I was kinda hoping you could pick a song. I haven't been having much luck."
"You just have to choose one that means something to you. One that expresses how you feel."
Gosh, Quinn thought, are all after school activities gay? Or just the ones with Berry involved?
And then Quinn blushed so hard he had to pretend to tie his shoelace so Ryan wouldn't see.
"We should do For Good." Ryan said.
"Berry, what is it with you and girl's songs?"
"There's no such thing as a girl's song, Quinn. It may have originally been written to be sung by two girls but I fully believe that we could make it work."
"No," Quinn stated, feeling strangely bold "I have a better one."
Ryan shouldn't be seeing Jessie.
Ryan should be with Quinn.
Ryan should be lying naked under Quinn with a heaving chest and sweat-soaked hair and those deep eyes staring lustfully up at him…
Fuck.
Feelings.
Deep breath, Quinn. Close your eyes, imagine the music and sing.
"I wanna dance by water 'neath the Mexican sky
Drink some Margaritas by a string of blue lights
Listen to the Mariachi play at midnight
Are you with me, are you with me?"
He looked at Ryan who just stared.
"I wanna fall like the Carolina rain on your skin
I wanna walk a little too far out on that limb
Take you every place I've been and never been
Are you with me, are you with me?"
And just as Quinn thought he might burst into tears, Ryan came in with the harmony.
"We can chase the wild dreams, live like crazy
Love me baby, come on, come on, come on
Just throw your arms around me
We can run like we won't run out of time"
Quinn sang facing the empty seats and not looking at Ryan.
"I wanna fly so high that I'll never come down
I wanna love so hard, it could rip my heart out
I wanna get so lost that I'll never be found
Are you with me? Are you with me?
We can chase the wild dreams, live like crazy
Love me baby, come on, come on, come on
Just throw your arms around me
We can run like we won't run out of time
Are you with me?
We can chase the wild dreams, live like crazy
Love me baby, come on, come on, come on
Just throw your arms around me
We can run like we won't run out of time
Are you with me?
Are you with me?
Are you with me?
Come on, come on, come on
Just come with me"
And then there was silence.
Quinn had forgotten about the backing music entirely and couldn't think straight enough to remember if there had been any this time.
What the Hell had he done?
And then there wasn't silence anymore.
Because there was music.
He glanced at Ryan to find the boy smiling widely at him.
And then Ryan was singing.
"You're stuck on me and my laughing eyes
I can't pretend though you try to hide
I like you, I like you"
Ryan laughed at his change of words while Quinn still hadn't realised what was happening.
"I think I felt my heart skip a beat
I'm standing here and I can hardly breathe
You got me yeah, you got me
The way you take my hand is just so sweet
And that crooked smile of yours
It knocks me off my feet
Oh, I just can't get enough
How much do I need to fill me up?
It feels so good, it must be love
It's everything that I've been dreaming of"
Ryan was dancing playfully now and a smile was growing on Quinn's face.
"I give up, I give in, I let go, let's begin
'Cause no matter what I do
Oh, my heart is filled with you
I can't imagine what it'd be like
Living each day in this life
Without you, without you
One look from you, I know you understand
This mess we're in, you know is just so out of hand
Oh, I just can't get enough
How much do I need to fill me up?
It feels so good, it must be love
It's everything that I've been dreaming of"
Quinn even joined in with the chorus this time.
"I give up, I give in, I let go, let's begin
'Cause no matter what I do
Oh, my heart is filled with you
I hope we always feel this way
I know we will
And in my heart I know that you'll always stay
Oh, I just can't get enough
How much do I need to fill me up?
It feels so good, it must be love"
By this point, both boys were dancing and laughing.
"I give up, I give in, I let go, let's begin
'Cause no matter what I do
Oh, I just can't get enough
How much do I need to fill me up?
It feels so good, it must be love
It's everything that I've been dreaming of
I give up, I give in, I let go, let's begin
'Cause no matter what I do
Oh, my heart is filled with you"
Ryan held Quinn's hands as he sang the last part with a smile.
"Oh, you got me, you got me
Oh, oh, you got me, you got me"
Quinn was still kind of in shock.
Did that really just happen?
"You sang country again. Careful, people might start to figure out that you're not as cool as you make out."
Smiling like a moron, Quinn retorted "And you sang a girl's song again. People might start to think that you're not as big and manly as you make out."
Ryan laughed which is very lucky if you think about it because that could have been taken very wrong.
Ryan laughing made Quinn laugh and they didn't even notice when they were joined on stage.
"So, you caught us." Brittany said lightly.
"Britt? What do you mean?" Quinn asked.
"The band, Quinn. Gosh, I never realised you were so flighty. I suppose it has a little to do with the 'being-in-love' thing so I'll let you off this time but you should really try to pay more attention."
Quinn froze.
"For goodness' sake, Q! I already knew about your thing for Ryan. I would have known even if I wasn't psychic. Chill out."
"…?"
Brittany sighed.
"Could you explain in to him, Ryan? I think I've freaked him out."
"Of course, Britt." Ryan beamed and turned to face the blonde boy.
"Quinn, the psychic band is real. I'm sorry that I lied to you but I kind of had to. Brittany's in charge of it and I'm the deputy leader in charge of meetings."
Ryan waited for some form of acknowledgement. At Quinn's nod, he continued.
"By discovering the band, you have automatically earned a spot as a musician. You will, of course, be sworn to secrecy and must only speak of the band with other members during meetings. Congratulations, Quinn! Welcome aboard!"
Quinn just stood there with wide eyes.
"He doesn't believe us." Brittany noted.
"How can you not believe us, Quinn? You believed ten minutes ago." Ryan pointed out.
"I guess I just kinda thought I was wrong and it would turn out that there was no band and I was crazy."
"Nope." Britt helpfully supplied.
"You guys are psychic? Like, really psychic?" Quinn asked.
"Yep."
"Indeed, Quinn."
Quinn said nothing so Ryan elaborated.
"Britt's the real psychic. I only have a slight sixth sense but Britt's an all-out paranormal phenomenon! She can see the future! Or, rather, she sees every possible outcome of every action or decision and determines the most likely event."
"That's why multiple choice tests confuse me. Too many possible futures. Too many decisions. I usually just draw a duck on it and take a nap."
"So you knew this was going to happen? Why did you make me find you if you knew I was going to? Couldn't you just cut out the middle part? And why did you suggest that threesome if you knew it would end that way? And did you know how I felt the whole time? Oh my God! Is that why you kept interrupting me with those girls? You knew what would happen!"
"Quinn! Calm down! I didn't know what would happen. I only had a feeling that you shouldn't be with the girls so I interrupted. Believe me, if I knew what was going to happen, I would have brought an extra sweater to school."
"And I didn't really know that the threesome would end that way. I knew it might. But I also knew it might end up with the cast of Lost falling out of the ceiling and creating a whole in the space-time continuum which would have been a way better final episode, by the way. These things are impossible to be sure of."
"So you can't tell me my future?"
"'What lies behind us, and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us'. Ralph Waldo Emerson." Britt said.
Quinn stared at the other blonde while Ryan just nodded sagely.
"Wait! What about Jessie?" Quinn asked, having only just remembered the bitch.
"What about her?" Ryan replied.
"Aren't you two together?"
Quinn was starting to get a sinking feeling. What if Ryan didn't mean what he sang?
"Oh! No, we're not! We were only pretending to date to boost the popularity of the glee club or something. I can't really remember the details now. The point is I'm free, single and totally into you." Ryan beamed.
Quinn just blushed awkwardly and returned the smile with a wonky one of his own.
"I'll leave you two alone, then. Congratulations on joining the band, Quinn."
And with that, Brittany left, leaving the two boys alone on the stage.
"I really like your pink hair, Quinn."
"I really like your tight jeans, Berry"
AN: Song lyrics are a bitch and a half to edit. It all comes up on one line.
Songs: What do you want - Jerrod niemann, Are you with me - Easton Corbin, You got me - Colbie Calliat
Is anyone still reading? Should I write the smut or are you all bored?