Kurt singing in Italics
Cheerios singing together in boldNoah watched Kurt flee the room, feeling slightly guilty. The angry part of him was glad he had upset the boy with his performance, but his other, kinder side, felt bad for being the one to hurt Kurt.
Before anyone had a chance to comment on his song choice, Mr. Schuester stood up and called the attention of his shocked students.
"Well, I think we'll end Glee a little early today. Don't forget the rest of you are all scheduled to perform your songs tomorrow or Thursday. All papers are due by Friday. Have a good night, guys."
Noah glared at anyone who dared to even look at him, causing most of them to leave him alone. Quinn gave him a sympathetic smile as she headed out the door.
Deciding he didn't feel like going home just yet, he sat on the piano bench and stretched his fingers over the keys.
"Puck, are you okay?" a small voice questioned from behind him.
Looking up, Noah gazed into the concerned eyes of Mike.
"I'm good, thanks man," he curtly answered, not really feeling like talking to Mike. The Asian boy was probably stoked that Kurt was once again single.
"Dude, I was here when you sung that mash-up. I'm pretty sure you're not okay," Mike pointed out as he sat next to Noah on the piano bench.
"I'll get over it, shit happens, man. Besides, don't act like you aren't beyond excited that Kurt and I are over. I see the way you look at him."
Noah removed his fingers from the piano keys and clenched his fists in frustration. No matter how mad he was at Kurt, the idea of any guy paying attention to him made him way too jealous to be considered normal.
At least Mike had the decency to blush.
"I have a small crush on him, it's whatever. But I see the way you both look at each other; you're happy together and I understand that. No matter what led to him spending more time with you, I can tell he really likes you, Puck-"
"Why are you telling me this?" Noah demanded, annoyed. He was too mad at Kurt to give a damn about any of it right now.
"We've been friends since we were seven. I have your back, and I want you to be happy, dude," Mike shrugged. "Plus it's nice to see a gay couple dominate the school. It gives me hope."
Noah snorted, his spirits somewhat lifted by the image of him and Kurt strutting through McKinley, arm in arm, as their fellow students gazed at them with admiration. He couldn't help but smile despite his anger.
"You need to get laid, man, you're getting sappy," Noah joked, punching Mike on the shoulder.
"Well, you are single, for now at least," Mike answered, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Noah burst into laughter.
"You aren't my type, bro, sorry," he replied when he regained his composure.
"You're not my type, either, but whatever. You can't be too picky in Lima."
A small cough from the doorway caused the two boys to turn around.
"Um, if you guys aren't practicing, I would like to use the piano to rehearse my assignment, please," Rachel mumbled, looking surprised at how close Noah and Mike were sitting. She seriously hoped Noah wasn't rebounding on Mike. The Asian boy deserved something better than that. And since when are all the boys in Lima gay, she wondered to herself, hoping Finn wasn't among them.
"Yeah we were just leaving, Ms. Berry."
Noah glanced over to Mike, who was beaming, knowing exactly what was coming.
"I rap and you dance?" Noah questioned, ignoring Rachel's confused expression.
Mike nodded in agreement, pulling Rachel into the center of the choir room.
"Ms. Berry girl you jazzy
that's way past fine
Girl you look like something that should be on the dance line
Incredible by the waist
plus she got a pretty face
Even though she got class she listen to UGK
Ms. Berry, Ms. Berry!"
As Noah rapped the Hurricane Chris song (well attempted to, even he had to admit he was not the next Eminem), Mike danced dirtily around Rachel, making sure his mini performance had a lot of pelvic thrusts and booty shaking.
Grabbing their backpacks after Noah finished his verse, they ran out to the parking lot together, laughing at Rachel's scandalized glare.
"I thought she was going to slap you when you grabbed her waist," Noah chuckled.
"Pretty sure she was too shocked to move, dude," Mike paused, and Noah braced himself for the boy's next statement. He was done thinking about Kurt for today. "But anyways, all I'm saying is give it some time for you to cool down, and then go talk to him. I think you'll find he really likes you," Mike advised as they stopped in front of Noah's truck.
"I'll think about it," Noah answered honestly. He really didn't know what to think at this point, but he was glad he could count on Mike. It was nice to know that he had a friend, besides Quinn, who really cared about him. "Thanks for talking to me, it means a lot."
"Anytime, Puck," Mike smiled as Noah brought him into a tight hug. "I hope it all works out for you."
"Me too man, me too. And hey, good luck trying to find the fourth gay guy in Lima."
Kurt paced his room that night for what seemed like an eternity. He had called Mercedes and neither of them had been able to come up with any good ideas on how he could prove to Noah that he truly had feelings for the jock.
It also didn't help his confidence that Noah already seemed to be moving on. The hug between him and Mike looked way to sexual in Kurt's opinion. He was seriously concerned that Noah was already over him. There was no way he could compete with Mike Chang; the Asian boy could dance, sing, play football and basketball, was on the math team, and was just way too damn cute to contend with.
Growling in frustration, Kurt flopped onto his bed and curled into a ball. Reaching over to his IHome, he turned the sound up, hoping to drown out his thoughts.
The song changed to one of his guilty pleasures, and suddenly Kurt knew exactly what to do.
Walking into the gym for the pep rally, Kurt prayed to Prada his idea would work.
As Co-Captain of the Cheerios, he called an emergency meeting that morning in the gym.
"This better be good, Kurt," Santana grumbled through her yawn, annoyed that her Glee club teammate had refused to tell her the subject of the meeting. She was the other captain, after all, so why the fuck couldn't hell tell her.
"Did Coach Sylvester die?" a panic stricken Brittany asked.
"No, no, everything is fine. Girls," he began, raising his voice so all the Cheerios could hear, "I have an idea for our performance for today's pep rally-"
"But we already know what we're doing," Santana interrupted.
"Yes, something we did at Regionals. My idea is for something new, and if I may, a bit more risqué."
"Does Coach know about this?" Santana questioned, a smirk beginning to form on her lips. She was beginning to like this new take-charge Kurt Hummel.
"No…um," he faltered for a second, before regaining his composure, "But I think she'll like our new routine. She's always saying we need to be more controversial so we can draw ever more attention to ourselves.
"I'm in," Santana declared, as Brittany nodded behind her. The rest of the girls followed suit, and Kurt smiled for once at his co-captain. She may be a cunning, crazy bitch, but she was always down for anything that would cause a stir amongst their peers.
Kurt took his position on the gym floor and waited for the music to start. The basketball team always had the first row on the bleachers so they could have the best view of the Cheerios. Kurt glared at Mike, who was engaged in a conversation with Noah. The two were laughing at something, and Kurt was pissed that Noah hadn't even looked over at him yet. He had spent a good portion of time last night, adjusting his Cheerios uniform so that it fit even more snug than before, clinging to him in all the right places. Even some of the girls were gazing at him admiringly, despite the fact that they all knew he would never return their affection.
Noah finally glanced over at him, just as the lights began to dim moments. Kurt could see the hurt in the boy's eyes despite the distance between them. Kurt took a deep breath and began to sing with the Cheerios.
"Oh, I, I, I
I wanna be bad with you baby
I, I, I, I
I wanna be bad with you baby"
The Cheerios all stood still as they began singing. Kurt placed himself in the center of the group, with the other Cheerios either on his side or behind him. He wanted to make sure Noah had a perfect view of him dancing.
They broke into their sexual routine as Kurt sang his solo.
"Do you, understand what I need, need from you
Just let me be the one to show you (you)
Everything that she can be is everything that I can be"
Kurt traced his fingers down his body, starting at his shoulder and stopping at his hip bone. When he reached his hips, he began slowly thrusting his pelvis out, the other Cheerios mimicking his exact moves.
I wanna be
My turn
Let me let you know that I can (I can)
Promise that I won't do that
So boy, say the time and place cuz you make me wanna misbehave
They all turned to grab their designated dance partner and began sensual grinding on one another. The "girl" dancers in the pair leaned back as they moved their pelvises along those of the "guy" dancers, making the move even more sexual.
As they got to the chorus, they moved back into their original positions.
"I wanna be bad
You make bad look so good"
The Cheerios dropped to the floor, placing their arms out behind them to keep the elevated. They spread their legs out, and quickly pushed their pelvises up and down three times, before changing to crawl forward on the floor. Stopping just several feet away from the bleachers, they stood up.
"I got things on my mind
I never thought I would"
Placing his hands on the side of his head, Kurt spun his head around in a circle, before turning on his heels and sauntering away from the bleachers, following behind the rest of the Cheerios.
I, I wanna be bad (bad)
You make bad feel so good
I'm losing all my cool
I'm about to break the rules
I, I wanna be bad
With their backs to the crowd, Kurt ran his hands down of the side of his body, sticking his ass out as he reached his hips. They began shaking their asses up and down, until Kurt began his next solo.
What's up?
Tell me what to do, how to be, teach me
All you your rules from A to Z,
But I, I don't wantcha other girls to see
that you're messin' round with me
They turned to face the crowd before falling to the ground again, this time landing on all fours. Pushing their legs out behind them, they slowly dropped their pelvises to the floor, essentially humping the ground beneath them.
Should I boy
Tell me what I got is what ya want
Tell Tell me do I, I turn you on
I don't want no one judging me
They stood up again, turning in a full circle before squatting down and standing up again quickly, their arms stretched out in front of them. As they reach the chorus again, they redid the same move they had used earlier for the chorus. Kurt knew that one would be crowd pleaser, plus it made him feel sexy to do it.
"I wanna be bad
You make bad look so good
I got things on my mind
I never thought I would
I, I wanna be bad (bad)
You make bad feel so good
I'm losing all my cool
I'm about to break the rules
I, I wanna be bad"
They ended their routine right in front of the basketball bench to thunderous applause. Kurt turned away from the bleachers and smiled at Santana as brought her into a quick hug.
"I've got new respect for you, Kurt. That routine was hot," Santana giggled, as Brittany ran over to hug the two of them. "I hope you and Puck work it out."
"Thanks, Santana, for going along with this and everything." Kurt knew he wouldn't ever get an actual apology from the Latina, but he was happy knowing he was as close to one as she would ever give out.
He pulled away from the group of girls and looked back towards the bleachers. The crowd had begun chanting, "NATIONALS," at the top of their lungs. He noticed Sue Sylvester was torn between enraged and mildly pleased. Kurt cringed when she glared at him; he'd have to deal with her later.
The basketball players were all standing up and clapping, except for Noah, who looked as if he was arguing with Mike. When Noah finally looked up, he met Kurt's eyes, and glared as he stormed towards the locker room.
Kurt followed, hoping he'd finally get to talk to the boy. He wanted to apologize and explain everything that had happened from the beginning.
"Noah?" Kurt called, as he pushed open the locker room door.
He moved his way through the smelly room, until he found a pissed off Noah sitting on a bench in the back corner of the room.
"Hey," he whispered as he sat next to the fuming boy. Kurt's gut feeling was telling him this wasn't going to be a pleasant interaction.
"What the fuck was that, Hummel?" Noah demanded, still looking down at the floor.
"Um, I don't know what you mean, Noah." Kurt hoped playing dumb would keep the older boy from blowing up at him.
No such luck.
"You know what I mean, Kurt!" Noah yelled, springing up from his seat. He began pacing the locker room back and forth, making wild hand gestures as he spoke. "Did you think I was going to come falling back into your arms because you paraded yourself like a piece of meat in front of the entire school? Do you think I want to date someone who demeans themselves to nothing but a sex object, like every girl I've ever dated? I thought you were different, Kurt. I thought you had more respect for yourself than this. But I guess, once again, I was wrong about you."
Kurt's mouth hung open by the end of Noah's speech, as he watched Noah exit the room. He never expected this reaction. He had chosen this song, not only because it was sexy, but because he thought it would appeal to Noah's "badassness," which he knew Mike couldn't do. There was nothing overly sexual about Mike Chang. Kurt figured that by singing this particular song, he'd remind Noah the sexual attraction they had for one another was still intact; he wanted to show Noah that he could be sexual and "bad" too. Though looking back on it now, he probably should have picked a song that spoke also of their intellectual and emotional connection as well. Damn hindsight bias.
"What was that, Lady Face?" Coach Sylvester demanded as he reentered the gym.
"Oh, um, I thought we could do a new routine for the pep rally, you know, get the basketball team fired up," Kurt mumbled, afraid to look the intimidating woman in the eye.
"The only thing you're little performance did was fire up what's in their pants! Now, normally for this little stunt you pulled, I would have you cut from the Cheerios faster than Will Schuester could ruin a championship Olympic team. But luckily for you, I like the fact that you took charge and showed initiative."
"Really?" Kurt asked hopefully.
"Yes, don't get all excited and spread your fairy dust on me. Though next time you decide to change one of my routines, let me know beforehand. I had a few moves I could have added to your performance to make it even more scandalous than it already was."
"Yes Coach Sylvester!" Kurt exclaimed, happy to not be punished by the formidable woman.
"Now get out of my way, I need to smooth this over with Principal Figgins. Apparently his Christian believes don't agree with all that pelvis thrusting you all did. Preposterous in my opinion, what's wrong with a little overly sexual dancing to lighten one's day?"
He tuned his Coach out as she left, already plotting his next scheme as he watched Mike laugh with Noah while the two tossed a basketball back and forth.
Time for Plan B.
If only he had a Plan B...
A/N: Aww poor Kurt, his plan back fired. Who knows what his little devious mind will come up with next!
First song is "She's Fine" by Hurricane Chris. It's a fun song, definitely so listen to it if you have't heard it! Some verions says "Ms. Berry" and others say "Halle Berry"
Second is "I Wanna be Bad" by Willa Ford. For the dancing, look at her music video and Ciara's "Ride."
Hope you enjoyed! Please review :)