DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE OR ITS CHARACTERS
Author's Note: Thank you for reviewing and giving me the names! I am going to start cranking out a couple of one shots for my sequel of 'Give It Up', and I plan on posting once I have a solid three chapters, so be on the lookout!
On with 'THE ONE WHERE THERE'S A BAND'…
Rachel's POV
It's weird being down in Brooklyn. I'm so used to my Manhattan lifestyle that I'd forgotten how the people act here and what it looks like.
I walk into the small building and walk up to the green-chipped painted heavy door, knocking on it.
After standing there for about three minutes I dig through my purse for the flyer to make sure I'm at the right place. I am, and it's four fifty eight now. I lift my small hand up and am ready to knock again but the door flings open and the boy with the Mohawk comes into view.
He's very handsome, but all three boys are too. This particular one is shorter but has ripped muscles that bulge out from the white tank top he's wearing. He is actually quite intimidating and I feel myself shrinking back, but I can't let that happen. I need to take charge.
So I hold my hand out for him to take and he stares at it for what seems like a minute before taking it, shaking it sloppily while I shake it firmly.
"Hi, are you Finn?" I ask him. "I'm Rachel Berry from the auditions yesterday and I got a call saying that you guys want me for the lead, which I will gladly take up on as long as we don't do nudity or exploit animals."
I talk quickly and he looks at me with wide eyes.
"You a Jew?"
I look at him with slightly squinted eyes.
"That has nothing to do with me being the lead to your band," I defend.
He chuckles slightly, "Chill, I'm not hating on you. I'm a Jew too."
I smile brightly, "That's wonderful… uh, and who are you?"
"Puck."
I look at him incredulously before sputtering out, "Your name is Puck? Were your parent's big hockey fans or something?"
"No," A voice comes out from behind this Jewish boy "Puck".
"You can come in," The blonde boy with large lips comes into view.
I smile and step through the doorframe into the slightly familiar practicing room.
"I'm Sam Evans and this is my buddy NOAH Puckerman, who insists on everyone being calling him Puck. Stupid, right?"
"Shut the fuck up, Trouty Mouth," Noah "Puck" Puckerman says.
"It is incredibly stupid considering Noah is a perfectly fine name," I state.
Noah grunts and walks up onto the small stage I'd been on less than twenty four hours ago.
"So I've met Noah and Sam… then who's Finn?" I look around but don't see anyone else.
"Boy's got school. He'll be here in ten minutes if he doesn't pick up a chick on the way over," Sam explains with a cocky grin. "Anyways we have sheet music and it might take you a while to learn-."
"Please," I interrupt. "I've been reading music since I was in kindergarten. Don't worry about it. I'll have it down by tomorrow's practice."
"Oh, we don't have practice tomorrow," Puck tells me and starts jamming out chords on his guitar, tuning the auburn shaded Gibson Les Paul.
I look at him, completely baffled.
"Y-You guys have a gig for New Year's Eve in two weeks and you're not practicing around the clock? Are you crazy?"
Sam looks at me with wide blue eyes, "We have lives, you know."
"Sorry I'm late," I hear a voice announce. I look over my shoulder and see a very tall boy with a nice build.
He's extremely handsome. His eyes are like honey and they thaw right through my frozen from the winter cool body. His lips are thin and a pale pink and his skin tone is pearly white with light, scattered freckles.
It feels like an eternity with just us staring into each other's eyes, blank expressions on both of our faces.
I bite my lip and avert my gaze, my cheeks blushing slightly.
"And this must be Finn," I lightly say and look back at him. "What are you going to school for, Finn?"
He looks slightly taken aback by my question and I wonder what kind of "schooling" he's doing. If it's just some silly drum lessons or something then I'd hardly consider it school.
"Oh, I'm a junior and I'm graduating this year. I major in music theory," He answers with surety and I can sense the pride.
I smile brightly, "I majored in music theory, too. Of course I had musical theater as well. Anyways I was just talking about how you guys should be practicing daily before this event."
"That's bat shit crazy, Berry," Noah spits out. "Don't tell me you're one of those uptight girls."
I glare at him, "Yes, I am uptight and it's only because I want the best out of everything I do. I want this band to go far. From what I hear all you guys have been doing is gigs at the pizzeria."
"What's wrong with that?" Sam asks, a slight hint of being offended in his voice.
"Nothing if you want to be unknown. I've never heard you guys play, so I don't know if you're good or not, but even if you sound good it doesn't mean you are good," I explain. "So how about you guys give me an audition?"
Noah scoffs loudly and I watch as Finn smiles this half-smile ordeal that makes me really warm in the pit of my stomach.
"Come on guys, let's show her what we got," Finn smirks and starts to bash out a beat.
Surprisingly they are really talented. They're notes are clean and as I read along with the music there aren't any mistakes in rhythm or note accuracy.
I clap my hands once they're done.
"Stick that in your pipe and smoke it," Puck chuckles.
I can't help but roll my eyes before I climb up on the stage.
"How about we run it with the vocals in now?" I ask them.
They shrug and we play again except this time I sing.
"That's what you get,
When you let your heart win.
Oh, oh, ooh, oh, oh.
That's what you get,
When you let your heart win."
The last note I belt out to add my own style and when I finish they're clapping and Finn is clashing a beat for me.
I let out my signature laugh and smile at them.
"I guess you're right, we don't need to practice every day. But we still should have at least seven more practices until the actual date because the more you practice, the closer we get to perfect," I lecture.
"You already are," Finn dreamily says.
Sam and Noah look at him crazily while I just grin slightly.
"Thanks, Finn, you're real sweet. Alright, let's move on to the next song!"
Finn's POV
She takes charge, a lot. I'm sure Sam and Puck are going to tell me once she's leaves rehearsal that she's too bossy and they don't want to deal with her.
But I like how she handles everything.
It's weird because I feel really sappy when I think about Rachel, when I'd usually be thinking about banging the chick later on.
I'll never tell Puck and Sam that instead of thinking what Rachel looks like underneath me, I think of Rachel's laugh. Or her beautiful face, those endless dark eyes. Or that soft brown hair I just want to nuzzle my face against. Or how talented she is, those notes that she belts out making me feel dizzy.
"Oh my god, it's already midnight," She states.
For the past twenty minutes she'd been rolling up our chords because "It's bad to just toss them around! One day they'll just break and then what are you going to do, huh?"
"Past your bedtime, Berry," Puck asks, making Sam snicker.
I watch as the little ball of energy stomps her ballet shoe covered foot.
"Hardly, Noah," She grumbles. "But I strongly suggest you guys get on a proper sleeping regimen so we're our best on New Year's Eve."
I don't even know what "regimen" means, but it must be something good, right? I'd never been the brightest in vocabulary… or math… or history…
The only thing that makes sense to me is music. When it's music I can understand its history, and I can do the math to play it properly, and I know all the terms, like mezzo forte and stuff. Music is who I am.
"What, you're not going out with us to the bar?" Sam asks her. "If you're going to be a rock star, why don't you start acting like one?"
He says it light heartedly, but I can see the annoyance exuding off of Rachel.
"I'm not a rock star. I'm a Broadway star, or, well, I wish I was a Broadway star. It doesn't matter," She explains sadly and I can see the depression thick on her face, the slight down turn to her pink glossy lips. "Anyways no, I will not be going out to the bar with you guys. Not tonight, not ever. Goodnight."
With that she turns around and leaves.
"Way to go, jack asses," I glare at my friends. "It would've been nice to actually know who this new member is. You guys just scared her off."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Sam waves his hand dismissively.
"Hey, and Hudson?" Puck looks at me before leaving.
"Yeah," I ask.
"Don't screw her until the New Year's Eve gig is done. We don't want to lose another singer," He smirks.
I roll my eyes and flip him off, getting up and following after my two best buds.
"Yeah, Puckerman, why don't you take your own advice? Stay away from her."
And I don't know if I said that because I want her to myself or if I don't want her to quit. Maybe it's both.
But for some reason I've got a feeling it's because I want her to myself.
Operation get to know Rachel Berry has now begun.
ALRIGHTY, there's the meeting of the band members. I used the first song that came up on my iPod under the genre "Rock" for what the band performs this chapter, and that just so happens to be Paramore's "That's What You Get".
Give me your song suggestions!
Question: What characteristics would you give to a finchel baby? (i.e.; Rachel's superiority, hair color, eye color. Finn's humor, smile, etc. etc.)
PLEASE REVIEW IF YOU WANT AN UPDATE SOON! Like, soon as in tomorrow!