Rachels' POV
"Where are they? I specifically said 11.15am SHARP" Its already 11.20 an no ones here….. Do they care that little about winning Regionals again this year.
"FINALLY" I couldn't quite manage to contain my excitement as Brittany and Santana walked through the door, hand in hand.
"What?" They both said in unison.
"Guys! You're late!" How can they not see how important it is for them all to be here on time! How can they expect me to take them seriously if they can't even arrive on time for rehearsals.
"Jeez Berry, we're here now aren't we, keep your grotesque hat on" Santana smirked.
What is wrong with my hat, its cold, I need it to keep my head warm!
"Where's everyone else?" I couldn't even see anyone else in the corridor behind them.
"Umm Berry, its 11.20am., they're probably in lessons" Why didn't I think of that…. "Duh" Santana added, her trademark ice queen smirk spreading across her face.
"Damn it, but, if they're in classes, why are you two here?" I really should of thought this meeting through a little bit more first!
"We have passes that get us out of any lesson we want…. Cheerios perks" Brittany declared, as she pulled a tatty red and white card. As I took it from her hands and inspected it closely I saw a familiar face glaring out at me. The card had the red and white Cheerios logo on one side and a picture of Coach Sue Sylvester on the other with one hand up in her trademark "That's how Sue sees it" pose.
"FINE" I barked…. "Tell everyone I want to meet up during our free period" And with that I walked away, Santana and Britney just looking at me strangely. As if I was going to stay in a room with either of them when today was probably the first time either one of them had properly spoken to me in a civil manner without telling me to get sterilised.
Pucks' POV
So we didn't all manage to make it to Berrys' little so called emergency meet this morning… some of us had classes to go to… not that I really wanted to go to class… specially not maths, but, I just couldn't bring myself to spend an hour listening to her going on and on in that annoying voice of hers. And I especially didn't want the rest of the glee club to miss the look on her face when I stand there in front of her and sing what I've been working on. It's not much, just something I started thinking about after she told us she'd managed to convince Mr. Shue to give us all the pressure of writing and performing our own song in front of the rest of the club. She's going to be so shocked. I mean seriously, since when did Puckzilla care so much about writing a damn song. But then again, I hadn't really cared so much at the beginning, come on, who can blame me, I don't exactly have any inspiration to write a song. I don't think Mr. Shue would be too impressed if I stood there and started singing about all the MILF's I've slept with over the years. And that's when it hit me. I did have inspiration, I could write a song about growing up without a father figure after my own selfish son of a….. deserted us when I was young. And that's how it had all started…. I just sat there in my room with my guitar…. Next thing I knew all the memories and the pain came rushing back to my mind and I'd written nearly a whole song… I wrote it all down before I forgot it but it kind of got messed up along the way and I think I may have gotten some of the lyrics the wrong way round. It still sounded good though. Well, I thought so anyway. Man, I wish I had a camera with me when I finished singing it to the other glee clubbers during free period. Priceless. Absolutely frigging priceless! The way her mouth just dropped like that, couldn't of gotten a better result if I'd stood up there and sang one of her Broadway classics! Even Mr. Shue complimented me, and he doesn't do that too often!
"Noah!" I heard someone call out as I sat there, in my own world. I turn around to see none other than Kurt fucking Hummel standing there, with a stupidly big grin spreading across his face.
"what do you want Hummel? Come to tell me my song sucked…?"
"No! quite the opposite actually" he said, adjusting his designer jacket uncomfortably as if I was about to give him a slushie facial.. "I wanted to offer my services to develop your song further and make it even better than it already is"
Ok, this kid has to be up to something, he never talks to me, and he never calls me Noah.. No one calls me that, its Puck, and everyone knows it.
"oh, err, thanks Hummel, I'll think about it" that was all I could say as I walked away, seeing the smile sweep across his face as I turned around.
Kurts' POV
Aarghhhhh this is soooooo exciting…. I thought to myself… its like my very own makeover project and we all know I'm a sucker for makeovers, just look at what I did to Rachel… I have to admit.. Annoying as she is…. I made her look hot, in a fierce way. I was completely away with the fairies, so to speak, when I became aware of a familiar voice calling my name..
"Kurt… are you listening…." Mercedes said waving her hand in front of my face..
"uhmm.. Yea, sorry, I was in my own little world" I returned, bringing myself back to planet McKinley…
"Boy, you need to snap out of it, I know you're trying to get over your little crush on Finn, but going out of your way to help Puck, who you hate, just to try and prove your point to everyone that you're over him.." she cut off, her eyes widening as she saw that they were late for there next class
"Come on," she continued "We're going to be late…" taking hold of my arm and gesturing for me to follow her down the hallway.
"You go ahead," I mumbled.. Releasing my arm from her grip as I turned the other way.. "I need to speak to Mr Shue about something, I'll meet you there…"
"Fine, but don't be long home boy, you know I can't survive History without you there," she said as she turned and started walking down the hall towards our History room. I made sure she was safely out of site before I turned and walked back towards the now empty choir room. If I was going to turn Pucks song into a marvellous Kurt masterpiece it was going to take some serious work. And before I start on that, I need to perfect my song a bit more so that I have more time to help him. I have to admit, I'm no Rachel Berry, but I do have some songs hidden away up my sleeve. And I know exactly which one I'm going to perform to Mr Shue and everyone else in the Glee club, all I need now is an empty choir room to practice…..
Finns' POV
What's Kurt up to, offering to help Puck out with his song, I mean, Kurt hates the guy, if I was him I have to admit I'd hate Puck too, specially after all the dumpster dives and slushie facials he's given him over the past year or two. Although I guess I'm also kind of surprised Puck's taken him up on the offer, it's not like he's going to get anything out of it anyway. I guess the only way to find out is to ask Kurt himself, there has to be a reason, a valid reason at that.
"Kurt…" I said, slightly louder than normal, as I saw him ahead, still lingering down the corridor. Damn I though as he turned and walked back into the now empty choir room. He obviously didn't hear me. I headed towards the choir room at a quickening pace determined to find out the truth. As I approached the door and went to walk inside, I heard the piano playing, softly, but Kurt was definitely playing the piano. I stood there, in silence, stunned as the Piano gave way to Kurts' voice…
When I am down,
And all my soul so weary,
When troubles come and my heart burdened me,
When I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit a while with me…..
Wow, I'd forgotten how good Kurt can be when he really puts his all into his singing.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains,
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders,
You raise me up to more than I can be…
This is really good I thought to myself, his voices sounds so powerful, so deep and full of emotion. The only time I've heard his sing with this much passion before was when he was really trying to win the solo in Defying Gravity, even though we all know he fluffed up the high note to that Rachel won. As to why it is exactly he did it no ones too sure, Mercedes told me it was because some punk rang his dad and called Kurt a faggot.
As he started singing again I realised I was late for football practice, not just late, REALLY late. And I really didn't want to upset Coach Beastie so early into the season, who knows where that would get me. The bench for half the season probably. I walked away the powerfulness of Kurts voice echoing in my mind…..