hey guys!

i have a confession to make. in chapter 5, i told you this would be the last chapter. but i am a dirty liar!

don't hate me! you should be glad, if anything! i figured it would be better to split up the last part so here we go!

part 6!

i don't own anything by the way!

We are sitting in glee club later that day. Puckerman was wearing a black tee-shirt that was so tight you could see his abs sticking out. He was also wearing jeans and had his hair in its usual style. Which, now that I think about it, he couldn't really change without shaving his Mohawk off.

I was originally wearing a knock off flannel shirt over a white tank top with a pink flower on it; but after Puckerman gave me his letterman jacket, I added it to the ensemble.

I was embarrassed to try it on at lunch in fear that I wouldn't fit into it. It would be awkward for me, and my fellow glee club members. So, once lunch was over, I went in the bathroom, made sure no one was there, and then I tried it on. To my surprise, it fit!

I flipped my hair around a little for that wind-blown effect. I also applied a fresh coat of lipstick. Then I walk out into the empty hallway. Well, it was almost empty. I pass by a group of cheerios. They gave me a look that said, 'where the hell did you get that?' I just tilted my head slightly and gave the most sarcastic smile I could manage. They rolled their eyes in disgust and walked away.

Good.

I got to the room. I feel like I must have been the last one to arrive. When I was out in the hallway there was music and talking going on, but once I got in the room there was silence. Everyone just stared at me for a good 10 seconds. (This is a long time for staring.) Suddenly, from out of no where, mike mutters, "holy Zizes." Tina, who is standing next to him, slaps him in the stomach with the back of her hand.

Puckerman`s eyes are glued to me. His eyes are huge! Happy Valentines Day, Puckerman!

I wink at him. His eyes get bigger. I walk up to him, cup my hand, and put it under his chin. I draw circles on his cheek with my index finger. Puckerman shivers. I just keep smiling and looking into his dark brown eyes. Damn! This jacket is powerful!

I have to admit that I got bored and went to go sit down. The spell broke and everyone went back to their own business. Puckerman remained in the exact same spot. He turned to me and I smiled and motioned for him to come sit down by patting the chair next to me.

Like a trained dog, he comes and sits down next to me. "You look….."

I raise an eyebrow to question what he is a bout to say. "Great!" he says.

"Tell me something I don't know." I reply a little more harshly than I was going for.

"Well, that's because you're wearing my jacket." He replies.

"It is a pretty nice jacket." I don't wanna play this game at the moment.

"Anyways, are we still on for tonight?" He asks

"Yeah. I'll try not to forget this time." I say

"Promise?" Puckerman sounds really serious

I laugh at his seriousness. "I promise! Don't worry."

"Good. Oh did you hear about Finn?" he asks. He is on the edge of his seat.

"What about him?" I'm getting nervous here.

"Well don't you think it's weird that both Quinn and Finn have mono?"

"I'm not stupid. Obviously they have a thing going on." Puckerman sounds like robin, boy wonder; naïve.

"Yeah, but I heard that they were making out in the boys locker room and that Sam walked in and had a panic attack."

"BS. Look, Sam's totally fine!"

"Well, he is now…"

"Whatever." We both look away at each other and then find our way back and smile

"I can't stay mad at you, babe." He says jokingly

"I could." I reply coldly. He gives me a confused look. "But I'm in too good a mood for that." I continue. We just smile at each other. He laughs softly.

He hugs me and we just sit there in each others arms for a little while.

FIVE MINUTES LATER …

arrives at least 20 minutes late. We didn't mind. Less work for us. It's not like I don't like what we do here. It's just…I don't know….I'm just sitting here listening to other people sing. I should do a song one of these days.

Music begins to play and Rachel starts singing.

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag,
drifting through the wind
wanting to start again?
Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin
like a house of cards,
one blow from caving in?

Do you ever feel already buried deep?
6 feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing
Do you know that there's still a chance for you
'Cause there's a spark in you

You just gotta ignite, the light, and let it shine
Just own the night like the 4th of July

'Cause baby you're a firework
Come on, show 'em what you're worth
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh"
As you shoot across the sky-y-y

Baby, you're a firework
Come on, let your colors burst
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh"
You're gonna leave 'em falling down-own-own

You don't have to feel like a waste of space
You're original, cannot be replaced
If you only knew what the future holds
After a hurricane comes a rainbow

Maybe your reason why all the doors are closed
So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road
Like a lightning bolt, your heart will blow
And when it's time, you'll know

You just gotta ignite, the light, and let it shine
Just own the night like the 4th of July

'Cause baby you're a firework
Come on, show 'em what you're worth
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh"
As you shoot across the sky-y-y

Baby, you're a firework
Come on, let your colors burst
Make 'em go "Oh, Oh, Oh"
You're gonna leave 'em falling down-own-own

Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
It's always been inside of you, you, you
And now it's time to let it through-ough-ough

'Cause baby you're a firework
Come on, show 'em what you're worth
Make 'em go "Oh, Oh, Oh"
As you shoot across the sky-y-y

Baby, you're a firework
Come on, let your colors burst
Make 'em go "Oh, Oh, Oh"
You're gonna leave 'em falling down-own-own

Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon

The song was good, but boy, does it get old fast! Note to self: delete off Ipod A.S.A.P.

"Who was that directed to?" I ask nervously

"Let's go ask" Puckerman gets up and walks to Rachel who is still standing by the piano. By now everyone has left the room. All the girls are probably figuring out what to wear and the guys are trying to figure out what the hell they're getting their girlfriends. Teddy bear or chocolates? Such a big decision. I roll my eyes at the thought.

"Who's the lucky guy?" Puckerman asks

"Well, since you asked its Finn" Rachel replies in a matter-of-factly tone.

"Finnessa?" Puckerman laughs. "Good luck with that!" I elbow him in the stomach.

"OW!" he grabs his side in pain. "What was that about, babe?"

"What do you think, babe?" I say mockingly I turn back to Rachel. "All you have to do is get Finn under your claw and then play hard to get. That's what I did with him" I gesture to Puckerman.

He is too busy checking out his abs, where I elbowed him, to notice. "Huh? Who?" he asks as he raises one eyebrow. Oh my God, that was adorable!

"Puckzilla!" I respond with a laugh. He looks very confused and slightly embarrassed. Rachel laughs too.

"How do you know about that?" he asks cautiously

"Know about what?" I ask sweetly "Oh, your little nickname for yourself? Well. You wrote it in the corner of your geometry notebook. Remember?"

"Uhhhhh…..when I gave you those chocolates, right?"

"Uh-huh. They were delicious, By the way" I say with a wink.

Puckerman pulls me into a hug and kisses my forehead lightly. I smile bashfully.

"Are you going to Breadstix tonight?" I ask Rachel.

"Yes….I'll see you there, then" Rachel smiles at me

Puckerman and I walk outside. Not a person in sight; not a sound to be heard. This is all too perfect. What's the catch?

"You know, when I sang to you, I didn't mean for it to be offensive" he says very seriously. He is not cocky or sarcastic or even smiling when he says this. This is probably the most serious I've ever seen him.

"I…..I know" I reply. That came out wrong….crap! "I mean…..but it kinda was….I mean, what if I sang a song to you called, 'skinny white guy' or something? You wouldn't find that offensive in some way?" I ask.

"Not at all. I would love you forever." He says smiling as he takes my hand. I can't help it; I laugh." I really am sorry, Lauren" he says as he starts stroking my arm. I don't resist.

"It's alright. You didn't mean to offend me." I reply. He tilts his head and just looks at me. He pulls me into a warm embrace.

"You should get started writing that song." He whispers in my ear.

"What song?" I whisper back, confused.

"Skinny white guy"

hahahahaha skinny white guy! yayyyyyyyyyyyy lol

dear, TheShadyGirl1027. i'm sorry that there was not any puck VS. finn stuff in this chapter, nor will there be in the next, but after this i'm am creating another story, so maybe, probably, i will be able to fit that in somewhere. thanks for the idea! i will also give you full credit for it! :))))) super smiley attack!

next chapter will be the last...or am i lying again?

comment and don't forget to read the next chapter to find out!