It's Official Chapter 10, a glee fanfic

A/N: First and foremost I want to say thanks for all the reviews; one can never have to many. Seriously, they're like crack, I can't get enough. Second, I want to apologize for the long delay in getting this chapter up, it's a little longer than usual to make up for that. No worries though, I wont be abandoning this story, in fact it's almost over =( Though there should be about two or three more chapters. Lastly, I just want to let everyone know there are some spoilers for Spring Awakening about a third of the way through- I just couldn't help myself. It's an awesome play. I went to college in NYC and may have seen it six times.- Anyway, if you don't want to know anything about it you can skip over it without missing anything integral to the plot. Hope you all enjoy.

Chapter 10

Friendship is like a prism through which the many variations of beauty are revealed in our lives. –Anonymous

The rare pleasure of being seen for what one is, compensates for the misery of being it. –Margaret Drabble

Rachel hummed to herself as she made her way to her locker Monday morning, smiling softly. Her dads had told her of the schedule they had made with Ms. Puckerman, for ten hours a week she and Noah would be tutoring each other. It was about the same amount that they were doing now, but now she didn't have to hide it from her fathers.

She was still smiling to herself when Finn walked up behind her, "You and Puck, huh?"

Rachel jumped slightly; it was the first time that he had chosen to speak to her in months. "What?" She asked surprised.

"You and Puck, it's all over school."

Rachel glanced around, it was early still and the school was practically empty. Now that she looked, however, people did seem to be staring at her more than usual. "Yes."

"Are you doing this to hurt me?"

She narrowed her eyes at him, "What do you have to do with it?" She bit out.

"Rachel, I know you like me, I like you too. Is he, like, some sort of substitute until I ask you out?"

She pressed her lip together for a moment to gain some composure, "I'll admit that when you first joined glee, Finn, I had feelings for you. However, you've repeatedly shown that you care more about yourself, your reputation, Quinn, despite what she did to you, than you do for me." Finn opened his mouth, but Rachel continued, "You broke my heart Finn, more than once. So, to answer your question, no, Noah is not a substitute for you, he's the person I want to be with." She turned to go, but Finn grabbed her by the elbow, pulled her back.

"I'm sorry, Rachel, I never meant to hurt you."

"I know that."

"It's just that I had all this other stuff going on. I thought I was having a baby, I needed to man up, you know. I didn't want my kid to do without because I was stupid enough to get my girlfriend pregnant." Rachel didn't mention the times before knew about Quinn being pregnant. "Then, after I knew that it wasn't mine, I couldn't deal. She was my girlfriend and he was my best friend, I wanted everyone to hurt the way I did."

Rachel felt her eyes fill with tears, "Well, congratulations, you certainly succeeded."

He pulled her close, "Rachel, I want to be with you."

Her stomach clenched, she would have given anything to hear those words a few months ago, but now, now things were different. She pulled away, fighting back tears, "I'm sorry, Finn, but I'm with Noah."

"But I'm in love with you."

Rachel closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around herself to ward off the pain as her heart ached, "No, you don't."

Finn pulled her close to him, "I do, Rachel, I do."

She wasn't sure if he was trying to convince her or himself. "Finn I can't be with someone I can't trust."

He stepped away, shook his head in disgust, "And you trust him?"

She didn't hesitate, "Yes. He's always there when I need him."

"He also used to throw Slushies on you every damn day."

Her voice went cold, "I'm aware, thank you. However, used to is the operative phrase."

"All he ever wants is sex, Rachel. Once you put out he'll get tired of you and when that happens I wont be here to pick up the pieces."

You never were. "I'm perfectly able to pick up my own pieces, thank you." The warning bell sounded, causing her to jump. "Goodbye, Finn."

She was in a horrendous mood for the rest of the day, scowling at everyone who stared at her. There was also the incident where she caused a freshman girl who stood approximately four inches taller than her to burst into hysterical tears and run away. Santana, who'd witnessed the episode, gave her a thumbs up, and when Puck heard about it he kissed her and called her his 'favorite badass.'

Needless to say she was in no mood for glee that afternoon, but couldn't bring herself to skip it. Regionals were coming up, and she wasn't able to justify it. Mr. Schue grinned when she and Puck walked though the door behind Mike and Matt, which caught her off guard for a moment. She didn't remember the last time that he had really smiled at her.

"Regionals." He said, underlining the word he'd written on the white board. "As you guys know Regionals are coming up in a few weeks and we need to come up with a set list." Kurt raised his hand, "Hold on Kurt. Now I have a couple of ideas, but I have one last assignment before we settle on songs."

Rachel resisted, barely, rolling her eyes. Of course he has an assignment for us three weeks before Regionals, because why do we need to practice a set list before hand?

"Each of you will be singing a solo." There was a quiet murmuring of voices, song choices. Mr. Schue quieted them down, grinned hugely. "Your song choices will be provided by your teammates."

"What do you mean our songs will be chosen by our teammates?" Kurt asked, clearly confused.

"I want a song list from each of you on Thursday, with a song for each of your teammates. I will make a list for each of you with your eleven choices and you will pick one of the songs to sing as a solo. Performances will be next Wednesday. And in order to ensure you all pick songs you feel work for your teammates and not eleven random songs, the person who has the most of their choices sung will pick one of our songs for Regionals. I will let you know who chose the song you sang after your performance."

"So, Rach," Puck started, throwing an arm over her shoulders, "Are we headed to your house or mine?" He asked as they walked out of the music room.

"Yours." She grinned up at him, "While your mother is, apparently, a miracle worker, my fathers still don't want us to be left unattended. And since Daddy is has to fill in for a professor at the Med School at OSU and Dad is gearing up for a trial he's going to be home later than normal until it's over they don't want us their alone. That reminds me, though, dad wanted me to give you something." She rolled her eyes when Puck snorted out a laugh. "Shut up, you know that's not what I meant." She muttered jabbing a finger into his side. She rummaged through her locker for a moment before pulling out the manila folder Puck had given to her father. "Here."

He stared at it for a moment before taking it, he could hear the blood rushing through his ears, "Did you read it?"

"No. Dad said it was private."

He grabbed her roughly, squeezed, "Can you?" He whispered.

"Okay." She replied softly. She opened the folder, read the note her father had added to the stack of paperwork. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, "You asked my dad to help with the adoption?"

"I, uh, no. Not exactly." Rachel didn't say anything, just waited for him to continue. "I just want to make sure my little girl is taken care of. All that legal shit makes my head hurt, so I asked him to look it over to make sure everything, is you know, legit."

Rachel took a deep breath, pulled his face to hers and kissed him softly. "So, what does it say?" He asked when they broke apart.

"Basically that he recommends a few changes, he noted them on stickies, but that everything seems to be in order."

"Okay." He took a deep breath, "Okay." He said again. "Thanks, Rach."

She looked at him as she climbed into his truck, "For what, I didn't do anything."

"For not reading it when your dad gave it to you, I know how curious you get. And for reading it when I asked."

As he looked uncomfortable talking about it Rachel decided not to push the subject or mention the funny feeling she got knowing he went to her father for help. "Sure."

Rachel had barely walked through Puck's front door when she was all but tackled by Eden. "Hi, Rachel!" The girl said then sniffled loudly.

"Hi, how are you?" Rachel asked mildly amused when the girl let go.

"Good, guess what?"

"What?" Rachel asked raising her eyebrows at Puck, who just shrugged in response.

"I lost a tooth today, see." Eden tugged Rachel's hand to get her attention, pointed out the gap with her tongue. "We were drawing in art and I was biting on the marker, which mom says is bad, but whatever. Anyway, I bit down and I heard a little pop and then there was all this blood and my tooth fell out. It was so cool."

"Uh, cool?" Rachel said uncertainly, feeling slightly nauseous.

Eden sniffled again, grinned. "It was. You know what else?"

"What?"

"Noah says that when I put my tooth under pillow the tooth fairy takes it and leaves money. Last time I got three dollars. For one tooth. And this one's bigger, so I bet I'll get at least five."

"Alright, twerp." Puck said hurriedly, "Stop snotting all over Rachel, we have to go study."

Sniffing Eden stuck out her tongue at Puck, "Bye, Rachel." She said hugging Rachel again.

Rachel cupped Puck's cheek, "You're very sweet."

"I'm not, I'm a badass. Badasses are not sweet. Now come on." He muttered swatting her ass. "I need to learn about The Catcher in the Rye."

Rachel groaned the next morning when her alarm went off. She closed her eyes and squeezed the bridge of her nose to relieve the pressure. Groaning again she pushed herself out of bed and shuffled downstairs to the kitchen. "Daddy?"

"Rachel?" Her father said, "You look terrible. Are you feeling okay?" He asked.

"No, my head's stuffed and my throat is killing me."

Her father turned, searched the cabinet next to the refrigerator, and pulled a box from the back. "Take two of these every six hours, rest today, and we'll see how you feel tomorrow morning."

"Okay." She muttered grimacing.

"Feel better, Sweetie." He said handing her a glass of orange juice.

"Thanks." She replied swallowing the pills. Rachel detoured to the den to pick out a couple of movies to watch before heading back up to her room. She placed the stack of movies on her desk, next to her laptop; I really have to talk to dad and daddy about getting a T.V. in here. Thinking she'd lay down for minute before starting a movie she closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again it was twelve thirty. Sighing she went to the kitchen dumped what was left of her orange juice and poured herself a new glass. Flinching slightly at the burn she felt as she swallowed the juice along with the cold medicine she made her way back to her room, closing the door behind her. She debated getting back into bed, but decided to take a shower first.

Running a comb through her hair she stepped out of the bathroom. Putting the comb down she pulled her hair into a messy ponytail, grabbed the DVD on the top of the stack, and brought it and her laptop to her bed.

She grabbed a pillow, folded in half and lay next to her laptop as she popped the DVD in. She closed her eyes as she heard the opening strands of the play, smiled softly when she heard singing.

Mama who bore me

Mama who gave me

No way I handle things

Who made me so sad

She jerked awake at the sound of the doorbell. She paused the DVD, glanced at her clock. Two thirty? Who could that be? She scrambled down the stairs as the doorbell rang again. She opened the door and blinked in surprise, "Noah?"

"Hey short stack, you look like crap."

"Thanks." She muttered sarcastically tugging on the bottom of her tee shirt. "I feel like it too."

He gave her a small smile, looked her up and down "It's really not that bad, I'm just not used to seeing you like this."

Rachel raised her eyebrows, "Like what? Dying?"

He let out a small laugh, "Overdramatic?"

She huffed out a breath, "What are you doing here? Aside from torturing an invalid."

He laughed again, "You're cute when you're sick." He pulled her into a hug, kissed her forehead.

"Noah! I'm going to get you sick."

"Don't worry about it, I think you've got what my sister has, so I've already been exposed."

Rachel snuggled into him, "So what are you doing here?"

"I brought you your homework, I know how you are with shit like that. I didn't think you'd want to fall behind."

She beamed at him, "Thank you. Come on you can carry it up to my room."

He shook his head as he followed her up the stairs, "I think you might be the only person who's excited about having homework brought to them when their sick, you know that."

Rachel shrugged, opened her mouth, but was interrupted, "Holy shit! You're watching porn."

Her head whipped around, "I certainly am not."

He pointed to her laptop, "Boobs."

She glanced back to her computer and began to laugh. "It's not…." She trailed off into a fit of laughter. Sitting down, tears streaming down her face, she attempted to gain her composure as Puck looked at her with narrowed eyes. Rachel took a deep breath, "It's not porn. It's a play."

"A play?"

"Yes. Come on I'll restart it, I slept through the whole first half anyway." He looked at her skeptically, "You'll like it, I promise."

Settling himself behind her on her bed he wrapped his arms around her waist, "And what if I don't?"

She turned her head to look at him; "I'll make it up to you then." Snuggling back she hit play.

"Hold up a sec."

Hitting pause Rachel turned to him again, "What?"

"Why are there people's heads in the way?"

She blushed slightly, "My fathers felt I was too young to see the play when it was on Broadway, so I may or may not have purchased a bootleg copy of it."

He let out a full belly laugh, hit play himself, "Only you, baby, only you." He didn't notice her breath catch at the use of the nickname or the way she grinned though the entire first half of Act I.

Rachel had seen the play a dozen times, so she paid more attention to Puck's reactions than to the play itself. He grinned through Bitch of Living, snickered slightly the first time Melchior lightly struck Wendla with a switch, muttered an, "oh, shit" when Melchior got into it. His eyes lit up and he pulled her closer through the hayloft scene, and he laughed out loud during Totally Fucked. It wasn't until Frau Bergman asked about Wendla's nausea that Rachel realized it might be a mistake to watch this play with Noah.

Hitting pause she turned to him, "The hell Rach?" He muttered before she could open her mouth. "Hey, you okay?" He asked when he saw the nervous look on her face.

"I'm fine, Noah, it's just I've just realized that you may find plot a little close for comfort. I'll understand if you want be to turn it off."

He put his fingers under her chin, tilted it so she met his eyes, "Okay, yeah, the whole teen pregnancy thing, I can relate to that. But I really want to see the end."

"Are you sure?"

"Are you kidding, I've never been a huge fan of theater, but anything that has a song with the lyrics 'You're fucked all right, and all for spite. You can kiss your sorry ass goodbye.' Has my vote." She grinned at him, kissed his cheek, and hit play.

He pulled her closer, held tightly when he realized what had happened to Wendla, and didn't let go until the end. He hit eject, placed the DVD upside down on her nightstand and placed her laptop on the ground. "Noah, what are you doing?"

He didn't respond, just kissed her neck, stroked her bare stomach under her shirt. She let out a soft moan when he tugged her earlobe into his mouth, "Noah, I'm sick."

"So I wont kiss your mouth."

He flipped them so she was under him, on her back. He tugged her shirt up and over her head and immediately palmed her breast. "Okay." She gasped breathily.

He grinned against her skin as he kissed his way to her other breast, took her nipple into his mouth. She arched her back pressed her hand to the back of his head. "Noah." She moaned. He nipped his way down her stomach, dipped his tongue into her belly button causing her hips to jerk against him. "Oh, God."

His mouth moved lower, teeth scraping along her hipbone. Her fingers tightened against the back of his neck. Smiling against her again he nipped her hip again, determined to leave his mark on her. "Please, Noah, please."

He glanced up at her, met her eyes, "Are you sure?"

"Yes." She gasped, "Touch me, Noah, please."

He hooked his fingers in her shorts and panties, pulled them down her legs. He took a moment to look at her, "Noah?" She asked as an embarrassed flush worked its way up her chest and neck.

"You're beautiful." He kissed her hipbone again, the inside of each thigh before making his way to her center.

Rachel called out and fisted her hands in the sheets at the first touch of his tongue. Using only his mouth and fingers he brought her, screaming, to peak. "Holy shit." He muttered against her thigh. He pushed himself up lay next to her, wrapped his arm around her waist.

She snuggled back, felt him hard, against her. "Noah." She murmured reaching back.

He grabbed her wrist, "Not toady."

She turned her head, looked at him in confusion, "Don't you want me to?"

"God, yes." He muttered, kissing her neck. "But today is about you." He sat up, "Now, I'm gonna run to the bathroom, you put some clothes on and I'll meet you in the kitchen."

"The kitchen?" She asked he made his way to the bathroom.

"Yeah, I'm gonna make you the Puckerman special." At her raised eyebrows he continued, "No really. My mom always makes it for Eden and me when we're sick."

By the time she made it to the kitchen he was standing in front of the stove, dumping salt into a frying pan of eggs. "That's a lot of salt."

"Shut up, I'm cooking." But he didn't add any extra salt. He turned, looked in the refrigerator, "Where's the grape jelly?"

"We don't have any."

He stared at her, "Why the hell not."

"I don't like grape jelly." She walked to the refrigerator, pulled out strawberry jam, "I have this."

"How do you not like grape jelly? Grape's your favorite flavor everything."

"It's not the grape," Rachel replied, "I don't like jelly."

"You don't like jelly? Who doesn't like jelly?"

"I don't like food that wiggles, it creeps me out."

He laughed as toast popped from the toaster. "Fine, I'll use this." He said taking the jam from her. "What about Jell-O?"

She shuddered, "Gross, no thanks."

He shook his head, "You're so weird." He placed the plate in front of her.

She looked down at his concoction, "Scrambled eggs and jam on toast?"

"Eat, it's good."

She took a bite as the front door opened. "You're right it is good."

"Rachel?"

"In here, dad."

"How are you feeling, pumpkin?" Richard asked as he walked into the kitchen, "Oh, hello Noah."

"Surprisingly, much better. Noah brought me my homework and made me dinner."

"Did you have something, Noah?"

"No, sir, I already ate." Rachel choked on her toast, Puck grinned at her behind her father's back. "I also wanted to thank you for looking over those papers for me."

"You're welcome, Noah."

"I'm gonna get going. Bye, Mr. Berry." He bent down to kiss Rachel on the forehead, "Bye, Rach."

The day of their glee solos Rachel was feeling uncharacteristically nervous, she was planning to play piano with her performance, something she hadn't done in glee before. She couldn't wait and was tugging Puck down the hall to get to the music classroom. "Come on, Noah."

He grinned down at her, "Calm down, Rach, it's still gonna be there if we're a little late."

"Okay, guys, performance day." Mr. Schue said as they walked in. "Everyone sit down. To keep everything fair, and to insure no complaining as to the order I'll be picking your names from a hat. After each performance I'll put a tally mark under the name of the person who chose your song." He explained gesturing towards the white board, which held all of their names. "Okay, first up," he dipped his hand into the top hat, "Finn."

Finn stood from his seat, walked to the middle of the room, took a deep breath and nodded at Brian.

She can kill with a smile

She can wound with her eyes

She can ruin your faith with her casual lies

And she only reveals what she wants you to see

She hides like a child,

But she's always a woman to me

She can lead you to love

She can take you or leave you

She can ask for the truth

But she'll never believe

And she'll take what you give her, as long as it's free

Yeah, she steals like a thief

But she's always a woman to me

Oh she takes care of herself

She can wait if she wants

She's ahead of her time

Oh and she never gives out

And she never gives in

She just changes her mind

And she'll promise you more

Than the Garden of Eden

Then she'll carelessly cut you

And laugh while you're bleedin'

But she'll bring out the best

And the worst you can be

Blame it all on yourself

Cause she's always a woman to me

Oh she takes care of herself

She can wait if she wants

She's ahead of her time

Oh and she never gives out

And she never gives in

She just changes her mind

She is frequently kind

And she's suddenly cruel

She can do as she pleases

She's nobody's fool

And she can't be convicted

She's earned her degree

And the most she will do

Is throw shadows at you

But she's always a woman to me

Everyone clapped as Finn finished. "Good job, Finn." Mr. Schue said grabbing a marker. He put a small line under Quinn's name. "Okay, let's see who's next." Mr. Schue grabbed a small piece of paper, "Quinn. Let's see what you have for us."

Quinn bit her lip nervously as she passed Finn on her way to the center of the room. As the first strands of music sounded Rachel's eyes went wide and she squeezed Puck's hand, "Good choice." She muttered softly.

Whispering

Here the ghosts in the moonlight

Sorrow doing a new dance

Through their bone, through their skin

Listening

To the souls in the fool's night

Fumbling mutely with their rude hands

And there's heartache without end

See the father bent in grief

The mother dressed in mourning

Sister crumbles, and the neighbors grumble

The preacher issues warnings

History

Little miss didn't do right

Went and ruined all the true plans

Such a shame. Such a sin.

Mystery

Home alone on a school night

Harvest moon over the blue land

Summer longing on the wind

Had a sweetheart on his knees

So faithful and adoring

And he touched me. And I let him love me.

So let that be my story

Listening

For the hope, for the new life

Something beautiful, a new chance

Hear its whispering

There again

Quinn wiped a tear from her eye as everyone clapped. "Wow, Quinn, that was amazing." Mr. Schue complemented as he put a mark under Puck's name.

"Thanks." She said softly, taking her seat next to Santana.

Mr. Schue pulled another name from the hat, "Okay, Mercedes, your turn."

Mercedes grinned as she took her spot on the floor.

There's a light

In the darkness

Though the night

Is black as my skin

There's a light

Burning bright

Showing me the way

But I know where I've been

There's a cry

In the distance

It's a voice

That comes from deep within

There's a cry

Asking why

I pray the answer's up ahead

Yeah

'Cause I know where I've been

There's a road

We've been travelin'

Lost so many on the way

But the riches

Will be plenty

Worth the price

The price we had to pay

There's a dream

In the future

There's a struggle

That we have yet to win

And there's pride

In my heart

'Cause I know

Where I'm going

Yes I do!

And I know where I've been

Yeah

There's a road

We must travel

There's a promise

We must make

But the riches

Will be plenty

Worth the risk

And chances that we take

There's a dream

Yeah yey yeah

In the future

There's a struggle

That we have yet to win

Use that pride

In our hearts

To lift us up

Until tomorrow

'Cause just to sit still

Would be a sin

I know it, I know it

I know where I'm going

Lord knows I know.

Where I've been

Oh! When we win,

I'll give thanks to my god

'Cause I know where I've been

"Great job, Mercedes." Mr. Schue said as she finished. Kurt whistled his approval.

"Awesome." He said as Mercedes took her seat next to him. "I can't wait to go."

They watched as Mr. Schue ticked a mark under Rachel's name. "Okay guys, so far we've got Quinn, Rachel, and Puck on the board. Up next we've got…" He dipped his hand into the hat, "Matt."

Matt got up slowly, grinned at the band as he nodded for them to start.

Say the word and you'll be free

Say the word and be like me

Say the word I'm thinking of

Have you heard the word is love?

It's so fine, It's sunshine

It's the word, love

In the beginning I misunderstood

But now I've got it, the word is good

Spread the word and you'll be free

Spread the word and be like me

Spread the word I'm thinking of

Have you heard the word is love?

It's so fine, It's sunshine

It's the word, love

Everywhere I go I hear it said

In the good and the bad books that I have read

Say the word and you'll be free

Say the word and be like me

Say the word I'm thinking of

Have you heard the word is love?

It's so fine, It's sunshine

It's the word, love

Now that I know what I feel must be right

I'm here to show everybody the light

Give the word a chance to say

That the word is just the way

It's the word I'm thinking of

And the only word is love

It's so fine, It's sunshine

It's the word, love

Say the word, love

Everyone laughed as they clapped, "I thought it would fit." Matt grinned at them all.

"Nice job." Mr. Schue said drawing another line under Puck's name. "Looks like Puck's pulling ahead. Let's see who's next. Rachel."

Rachel took a deep breath and stood slowly. "Mr. Schue I thought I would try a little something different with my song today."

"Okay." He replied slowly obviously unsure as to what she was going to do.

"Brian?" He got up from his seat at the piano gestured for her to sit.

Okay, here it goes. Rachel closed her eyes and started playing.

I don't know how else to put this

It's taken me so long to do this

I'm falling asleep and I can't see straight

My muscles feel like a melee

My body's curled in a U-shape

I put on my best but I'm still afraid

Propped up by lies and promises

Saving my place as life forgets

Maybe its time I saw the world

I'm only here for a while

But patience is not my style

And I'm so tired that I gotta go

Where am I supposed to hide now?

What am I suppose to do?

Did you really think I wouldn't see this through

Tell me I should stick around for you

Tell me I could have it all

I'm still too tired to care and I gotta go

Rachel continued playing as the rest of the band joined in.

I get to go home in one week

But I leaving home in three weeks

They throw me a bone just to pick me dry

I'm following suit and directions

I crawl up inside for protection

I'm told what to do and I don't know why

I'm over existing in limbo

I'm over the myths and placebos

I don't really mind if I just fade away

I'm ready to live with my family

I'm ready to die in obscurity

Cause I'm so tired that I gotta go

Where am I supposed to hide now?

What am I suppose to do?

You still don't think I'm going see this through

Tell me I'm a part of history

Tell me I can have it all

I'm still to tired to care and I gotta go

Oh yeah

Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah.

Still too tired to care and I gotta go

Yeah, yeah

Still to tired to care and I gotta go

Go home

Still to tired to care and I gotta go

Yeah yeah

Still to tired to care and I gotta go

There was silence for a second, before everyone started clapping. "Rachel, that was… wow. It was fantastic." Mr. Schue said.

Puck kissed her softly, "Fucking awesome." He whispered softly so that Mr. Schue couldn't hear.

"Rachel, that was really good. I didn't know you could play piano like that." Artie said.

She grinned at him, "Thanks. I've had lessons since I was three. Though I do have to say it's nice to play something other than classical, though that does have it's place. Unfortunately, however, my tutor doesn't seem to see the merit of anything except classical."

"Great job again, Rachel." He said looking at her.

"Thanks Mr. Schue." She glanced at the white board, "I thought so." She said softly as Britney sang Hit Me With Your Best Shot.

"What?" Puck asked.

"I thought that you chose that song. Everything else was Broadway, Barbara, or Celine."

Britney squealed happily as Mr. Schue drew a line under Santana's name. "Great, Britney. Next up, Artie."

I was in another lifetime one of toil and blood

When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud

I came in from the wilderness a creature void of form

"Come in" she said