this is the last chapter! don't be sad. i'll have some new ideas coming and i'll be back to writing next summer! so in the meantime, please lemme know of anything you want to see in my future stories and tell your friends.

I checked myself once more in the mirror before leaving my bedroom.

After 2 long hours of trying to decide what to wear, I finally decided to wear my black cardigan with my floral print tank top underneath it. I paired that with a red ruffle skirt and black leggings with red hearts on them. On my feet, I wore my usual black converse.

I walked out of my room to hear the TV blazing downstairs. My parents are crazy into TV. While I'm usually on the internet all day, they sit down there watching 'law and order' and 'bewitched'. (This is a huge waste of time if you ask me). I get to the bottom of the stairs and walk down the hall. Hopefully they won't notice me. I stop to look at myself in the hallway mirror. I realized that my red lipstick was turning a light shade of pink. I stop to apply a fresh coat. I also realize that it's February and probably 15 degrees right now if not less. So I grab my leather jacket incase I get chilly.

I took a deep breath and walked past the living room to the front door, praying to god that my parents didn't notice. I grab the door knob.

"Where do you think you're going?" I hear behind me. I let out the breath and turn around.

"I told you, Dad. I'm going to Breadstix for valentine's day." I say and give him the most innocent face I can.

"You're going by yourself?" he asks somewhat surprised.

"Well, no." I respond cautiously

"Who are-" he starts to say but is cut off by my mom. Thank the Lord!

"Go ahead, sweetheart. Have fun. Be home by 11." She says with ease.

"Thanks, mom. Bye." I say quickly so my dad has no time to object. I'm out the door!

Once I'm outside I instantly see Puckerman`s van. This is no mini-van! This is the kind of van that you load up with drums, a couple guitars, and a microphone stand.

I open the door and hop in.

He was wearing a red flannel shirt and a pair of skin tight jeans.

"Hey, babe." He says as I get in and close the door.

"Hey" he smiles and I lean over to kiss him. I grab the back of his head and run my fingers over his Mohawk. I pull away from his soft lips.

"You know, we could just stay here. And plus, it's pretty big back there." He motions to the back of the van. I sit back down.

"Hey, you're the one who asked ME to Breadstix." I say back to him. He's obviously trying to get me to make out with him all night in the back of his van. I don't think so.

Then again, I wonder which would require more work, sitting through a whole dinner with him or making out in his van…I weight my outcomes. Dinner it is.

"Some other night. I promise." I quickly add. I wink. I adjust my position and put my seat belt on. I turn to him expecting him to do the same but he just kinda looks at me confused.

"What? When you decide it's a good idea to stop on some train tracks or race some guy at a stoplight, I'll be ready." I reply sarcastically and little colder than I was going for.

Oops. I Hope the rest of the night goes well.

He puts his seat belt on. And we start driving. Breadstix was only about 5 blocks away so we get there in about 5 minutes.

As we walk in and Puckerman is just explaining that Kurt Hummel and the warblers are performing tonight. I have heard about this kid before. He got bullied by Karofsky so much that he transferred schools. I haven't really befriended this guy, but I've seen him walking down the halls of McKinley. Would he know me? Will it be awkward?

That's probably one of my biggest fears. Awkwardness.

There was a small stage set up for the warblers to perform on.

We sit down in a window seat next to each other so when the warblers go on we can see them. Soon after we sit down, Sam shows up. He walks up to our table.

"Hey, happy valentines day, guys" he says. He sounded way too happy for a guy whose girlfriend so obviously cheated on him. The fact that it's Valentines Day is just a bonus.

"Happy v-day man" Puckerman answers.

Sam waves slightly and goes two tables behind us and sits down alone. It's so sad.

Puckerman must have read my mind because he says, "I offered to hook him up with one of the cheerios but he refused."

I hear high heels clicking on the ground behind us. I turn and see Santana sitting down at a table to the left and back of us. She is also alone. Small world.

"Sam said that he was just going to come to support Kurt and leave." Puckerman continues.

"Oh" I say quietly. We sit there in silence for a couple of minutes. Artie and Brittany come in and say 'Hi' and sit down at the table behind us. They are probably the cutest couple in glee club history. I tell this to puck and his response is 'yeah, before we came along'. I laugh and he gives me a dirty look.

"I'm sorry. I just wouldn't use the word cute to describe us." I say

"Then how would you describe us?" he asks and tilts his at me.

"I don't know….wait I've got it!" he raises his eyebrows. "Totally badass" I finish.

"That's us." Puckerman responds. He leans forward and kisses me on the forehead just as the warblers walk in. they start to set up microphones and such. Some of them are adjusting their ties casually and straightening their navy blazers.

Last, Rachel walks in and soon after, Mercedes, Tina, and mike walk in and sit with her.

The warblers take positions and Kurt walks to the microphone.

"Hello everyone. Welcome to Breadstix first annual lonely hearts club dinner. Thank you to everyone who I forced to come support me." He giggles slightly and continues, "This is our year." He smiles and walks back to the raisers with the rest of the warblers.

They begin to sing. Puck takes my hand and squeezes it.

I love you, (I can't explain the feelings plain to me, and so can't you see?)

(How can I tell you about my loved one?)

I love you, (ah you gave me more, you gave it all to me, and so can't you see?)

(How can I tell you about my loved one?)

You'd think that people would have had enough of silly love songs.

One of the warblers steps out and begins to sing the main part. He's probably the Rachel berry of them. But, sill, there is no way he is as irritating as she is. In fact, he's kinda cute.

"I will bet you 20 bucks, that guy is gay." Puckerman whispers to me. I let go of his hand and pushed him away from me.

But I look around me and I see it isn't so.
Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs.
And what's wrong with that?
I'd like to know, 'cause here I go again

"Really Puckerman?" I ask and tilt my head. This is serious stuff right here.

I love you (I love)

I love you (I love)

"Babe, you know I was just joking. I'm sorry" he leans over to kiss me on the cheek.

"I don't think so." I say with a small laugh. I push his face away playfully.

I can't explain the feeling's plain to me, so can't you see? (I love you)

Ah, she gave me more, she gave it all to me, now can't you see?

I can't help but look at him and smile. I'm under his spell. I rest my head on his shoulder and put my hand on his thigh. He flinches at first and then relaxes.

Love doesn't come in a minute (Doesn't come in a minute)

Sometimes it doesn't come at all (Doesn't come at all)

I only know that when I'm in it (Only know when I'm in it)

It isn't silly (at all), love isn't silly (at all), and love isn't silly at all, not at all

He kisses the top of my head lightly. And in that moment I know that this love that we feel is not going anywhere. The song couldn't be more appropriate for this very occasion. This is where I belong. With this boy, his Mohawk, and his fresh Puckerman cookies.

that's all. thank you all for all the support you have given me throughout all the writing i've been doing. please comment. tell me what you liked and disliked and i'll try to make my stories better with your help. thanks again. :D