Noooooo!!! It's the end of Summer!! I WENT BACK TO SCHOOL YESTERDAY!!! And it was a Friday, which is really fucking weird...
This means a few things...
I can no longer spend a day in bed writing... therefore, updates shall be slower because in addition to my one chapter Original Story, one chapter of Glee rule I've had over me... it is now, one chapter Original Story, three hours of freaking homework, two hours of acting classes, two hours of choir and one hour of Year 8 Choir (oh yeah, I'm the instructor) and a soccer game a week and THEN one chapter of Glee... (thank god I'm only playing in a muck-around comp for soccer cause we don't do training) Plus, English Extension 2 classes which is two hours a fortnight and I've decided to go to the beach/park more often this year (as my resolution because I'm too pale for a Balkan slash European)
So I shall sigh in a dramatic manner and update slower...
More Brittany and Finn bashing in this one... I love exploiting stupidity.
REVIEWS;
Karma22: LMAO! I gave two song options, said there was a video tape involved (in the replies) and basically spelled out that Markus was a Broadway addict... But that's okay... Hope you didn't go too crazy reading everyone's reviews... :D And your nephew sounds smart... Maybe a little too smart for your own good :P
Anjellyca25, chrpangel: Updated!
Love-orthelack-thereof: Wow... that was an ego boost. Thank you so much.
Nisch: Me too actually... But yes, Mike does play a massive role... :) Chapter 34... (I wrote a timeline)
Renonoelle: Thank you and I heard you loud and clear ;)
xSpencer-Rose: Rachel gets the ultimate revenge... LATER... LoL... I'm playing her the damsel in distress just for a little bit cause when she gets back, she gets back goood... Oh and that's my plan for world domination... to make the rest of the world to look insane... slowly and surely, it is working...
myhiddenlove08: Thanks Hidden! I'm happy you liked it and confused Finn is hilarious...
Ringestu: Stick to Murphy's law... shit will hit in countdown, 8 chapters... (I hope... I'm not much of a stickler for chapter outlines, but I'm trying... I'llw anr if I deviate... and... hehehe... I jumped in a lake once when I was really upset... best friend thought I was committing suicide cause I can't really swim and jumped in fully clothed... he freaked out but really, I was in jeans and I was boiling hot... that's where I got the idea from... (BTW, I can wade, I just can't 'swim'... get me?)
Fantasy's forever: LOL! And he doesn't have a restraining order because I wanted Puck to let loose some of that pent up frustration and I felt slack for the ninth grader I originally let him loose on... so then I thought 'hey, why not? At least then there will be someone who will film the 'baby-gate' scene' and well, charges weren't really pressed perse, but the two parties came to an agreement. More will be revealed next chapter
BTW, not everybody voted! LoL... it's cool though... those of you who did, the majority won...
Rachel headed downstairs, her bag in hand and her outfit on. "I'm off now, Daddy." she walked over to the couch where her father was sitting, drinking a coffee and reading the morning paper. "I will be home late as I have Glee tonight and we were considering going out for pizza afterwards."
"Okay honey, but not too late. You were with Tina for an awful long time last night." he replied to her, a small frown on his face.
Rachel was happy she was standing behind her father as she said, "Oh, yes, well... it was quite a long essay. I misjudged the appropriate time needed for us to both go over them and..."
"It's okay dear, your father and I know you don't usually do things like that." He looked up at her and smiled. "It was the first time you broke any of our rules and we're willing to be lenient because you did call us and you were studying."
Rachel grinned, blushing, and took a step back. "Well, yes. Thank you Daddy."
"You're welcome sweetheart. Give us a call after school, okay?"
"Okay Daddy." Rachel turned and almost ran out the door. When she did leave, she was very surprised to see Puck, alone, in his truck waiting for her. With a small smile, she reopened the door and stuck her head back in. "I've got a ride to school Daddy."
"Okay. Be safe." Rachel smiled and ran back out, jumping into the cab of Puck's truck. "Good morning." she said.
Puck leaned down and pecked her on the lips before starting up at car. "Morning babe. How's it going?"
"Very well, thank you." Rachel frowned. "Although at approximately ten pm last night, just as I was about to have a shower, Mike came over asking if he could borrow my expired season pass to Ohio State Theatre. I have no idea why he wanted it..."
"Oh babe, you will."
Rachel looked up at him, "Does this have anything to do with your ludicrous plan for revenge?"
"Maybe." he shrugged. "You check your emails this morning?"
"No, I did not. Why?"
Puck smirked and pulled out his mobile. "Check my videos."
"Noah, do I really want to view this?"
"Hey, I didn't do it. Mercedes, Tina, Artie and Kurt did. Tina just asked Mike to pick something up for her on account of the fact I told her about your little 'cover-up' last night."
Rachel took the phone off of him and started searching his videos. "And since when did yourself and Tina become such great friends."
"Long story." Puck nodded to the video. "Watch it."
The video started with a green screen and Mercedes, Kurt, Tina and Artie's faces, all blown up and spinning around the screen as 'Eye of the Tiger' played in the background. In the middle it said:
From the Gleeks who brought you Single Ladies: The Beyonce Relived...
The camera shot to Kurt, Brittany and Tina dancing to 'Single Ladies' then back to the green screen.
And the Ben-Israel confessions...
The shot changed again to Jacob dangling from the football posts in feathers and apologising to Rachel.
Now brings you the newest New Directions protégée...
The 'Eye of the Tiger' became even louder as it showed photographs of Markus Wilson, scoring on the basketball courts, and shoving peoples heads in locker.
Markus 'The Dance' Wilson.
Rachel couldn't help but stifle a laugh.
Earlier that morning...
Markus woke up on Tuesday morning, rolling out of his bed and into a sea of clothing by the side of his bed. It was too early. Way too early. But he needed to go to school so he needed to get ready for school.
He pushed himself off the floor and walked out into his hallway to be greeted by his older sister in a bikini and sarong, walking to their pool. Yes, it was autumn and freezing, but the blonde was always in the Jacuzzi, if only to tease the guy who lived next door. "Someone's at the door for you." she said, pushing past him as she made her way to the stairs. "Some competition."
"Huh?" Markus had no idea what she was talking about, so went downstairs in his boxers, opening the front door to three guys, one with a camera, the other with balloons and some Asian dude with a notepad and portable CD player. "Congratulations Markus Wilson, you have won season tickets to Ohio State Theatre!"
Markus blinked a few times and then fully understood. His jaw kind of slackened and he started smiling. "You're kidding me, right?"
"No we aren't!" The Asian guy yelled. "Your tickets were drawn from the last theatre production you saw which was..." the guy seemed to forget so Markus helped him out.
"Spring Awakening."
"That's the one! Well, it was drawn out and you will win season tickets, as long as you can sing the following song..." the man looked down at his little notebook and then back up at Markus. "Take Me Or Leave Me, from Rent."
Markus frowned, "Dude are you serious? I've got to sing."
"If you want the tickets." he said clearly.
With a sigh, Markus looked up and down the street and then nodded to the camera guy, "Come inside."
The three guys looked between each other, shrugged and agreed, walking inside. "What's the camera for?" he asked.
"It's..." the Asian guy stuttered and then looked down at his notepad, then back up at Markus sheepishly. "Well like... it's for the competition. You're one of three hopefuls."
"You mean, there's no guarantee of me getting the tickets?" he asked, kind of stupidly.
The guy shook his head. "Uh... no... it's like... terms and conditions apply. Like... footage for our next competition. Plus we need proof to our bosses you actually sang and danced."
Markus groaned. "I'll go pull on a shirt."
"No time!" the man with the balloons said. "Seriously, we have to jet."
"So like..." the Asian guy waved his hands about. "Go." He hit the play button and Markus didn't know what to do at first, but he knew the song and he knew the lyrics. "Every Single Day, I Walk Down The Street, I Hear People Say, 'Baby's So Sweet'." His voice was a bit scratchy at first. He tapped his foot to the beat, kind of awkward in front of the camera. "Ever Since Puberty, Everybody Stares At Me, Boys-Girls, I Can't Help It Baby. So Be Kind, Don't Lose Your Mind, Just Remember That I'm Your Baby." he smirked and did a small two-step, with a grin.
"Take Me For What I Am, Who I Was Meant To Be, And If You Give A Damn, Take Me Baby Or Leave Me, Take Me Baby Or Leave Me!" he bounced from side to side, shaking his hips a bit as the music died down, his throat warming up a bit around the lyrics of the song.
"A Tiger In A Cage, Can Never See The Sun, This Diva Needs Her Stage, Baby-Let's Have Fun!" he twirled around in a full circle. "You Are The One I Choose, Folks'd Kill To Fill Your Shoes, You Love The Limelight Too, Baby."
"So Be Mine Or Don't Waste Your Time, Cryin'- "Honey Bear-Are You Still My Baby?"" He closed his eyes before jumping up onto his couch, totally forgetting about the camera and the three snickering men in front of him. "Take Me For What I Am, Who I Was Meant To Be, And If You Give A Damn, Take Me Baby Or Leave Me."
He fell onto his knees. "No Way-Can I Be What I'm Not, But Hey-Don't You Want Your Girl Hot!, Don't Fight-Don't Lose Your Head, Cause Every Night-Who's In Your Bed? Who's In Your Bed, Baby?" He even rolled his eyes as he said, "Kiss Pookie."
Markus was saw caught up that he was about to keep singing Joanne's part, but he stopped because the recording had. "Thank you very much Mr Wilson! Here are your tickets..." the Asian guy shoved an envelope into Markus's hand while the other two guys bolted for the door. "Hope you have a great time using them." the three of them left, leaving Markus in a confused stupor. He frowned and looked down at the envelope in his hand.
He grinned happily and ripped open the envelope, looking at them, just as he heard the car the guys must've arrived in screeching away. Markus frowned, pulled out the tickets and read them carefully.
2009 Jan-June Tickets, award to...
But he couldn't read the name because it had been blacked out. His eyes narrowed and he saw three hole punches in the tickets as well as something written on them in felt tip marker.
Suck on this, LOOSER!**
Markus felt his cheeks burn and ran out of the house, in his boxer shorts, trailing down the street after the four wheel drive. "Hey! Hey you! Get back here you freaks!"
Present...
The video concluded with Markus running up the street in his boxer shorts as someone, who was laughing like crazy from the bushes in Markus's front yard started to turn and run in the opposite direction.
That's where the video ended and Rachel was in stitches. "He can't dance!"
"Can't sing either." Puck added.
"He's a bit pitchy." she giggled. "When did they get time to do this?"
Puck smirked.
Earlier...
Puck, Artie and Mike sat in Artie's bedroom with Mike's brother Justin and his two friends Eric and Sam, dying of laughter as they watched again and again, the video of Markus thrusting his hips to the music and singing slight off key in his boxer shorts. "I think... I think that's pure gold!" Puck laughed.
Justin rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah, we punk'd your friend now Mikey, where's the moolah."
Artie, Mike and Puck pulled out their wallets and pooled their cash, handing it to Justin. "This was so worth the dough." Mike said, watching his brother count the money.
Justin shook the cash around. "Hells yeah it was. Now what are the laws?"
"David's in bed by eleven, Erica by ten." Mike said automatically. "And Mum and Dad never find out you ditched us to spend the next week in Vegas."
"Good boy." Justin patted Mike on the head. "I'll conference you and the 'rents from Vegas. Have fun with your homo-explosion video."
"Will do." Mike watched his brother retreating and then looked back to the other two. "How long until we make this viral?"
Artie put the last touches on the editing and then clicked send. "It's done."
~*~
What Rachel didn't know, but Puck did, was that wasn't the actual end of the video. Well at least, not the end of the one they sent Markus and the basketball team. There was more.
The video kept going ended with Mercedes, Artie, Kurt and Tina, standing together in one of their bedrooms. "If you're too stupid to figure out Markus and doofus's," Tina said, her head held high. "This is directly in response to your attacks on our friend, Rachel."
Kurt took over. "We're not afraid of you, surprisingly, and with this new found confidence we figured we would put the fact that I own a professional movie camera to good use." He gently motioned to the screen, the camera they were using to film.
Artie shook a camcorder in his hand. "We have more footage of you screwing up on here. Seriously, one night of stalking you plus the fact one of our very good friends has a habit of filming everything on his phone, means that we've got enough blackmail on you to keep us happy for the rest of our high school careers."
"So Blondie, you've got two choices." Mercedes said, crossing her arms over her chest. "End this. Now. No more going after Rachel, or the football team cause we friends with some of them too. If you don't, we will cut you down."
"You think that because we're on the bottom of the social ladder, we can't touch you? Think again." Artie smiled, pointing a remote to the screen. "You have your options. Think about it carefully."
"Bye-bye." All of them said together, waving to the screen and then Artie clicked the remote and it switched off.
Mike and Finn finished watching the video they sent to Markus with Kurt, Artie and Tina out front of the school. "You know you guys just tattooed 'kick me' on your backs in big red angry letters, right?" Mike looked at the three of them curiously.
Tina shrugged, sitting on Artie's lap and wrapping her arm around his neck. "Yeah, but we've got to hope Puck's plan is gonna work."
"And pray that Puck isn't a dumb as Finn."
Finn's eyes widened. "Was that you who said that!"
But Kurt never got to reply because at that moment, Puck arrived with Rachel in tow. "'Sup?" Puck said easily as he reached them, letting go of Rachel's hand because other people were around.
Rachel smiled at Kurt, Artie and Tina. "Thank you."
Artie rolled his eyes, "You're welcome Rachel."
"Yeah, seriously." Tina got up and took Rachel's hand. "Next time you're getting bullied, tell us. We'll help you out."
"And next time you feel like dressing yourself in the morning," Kurt looked her outfit up and down disdainfully. "Please, don't hesitate to call me."
Rachel looked down at her outfit, confused while Puck growled at Kurt, narrowing his eyes. She was wearing her knee-high white socks, pink skirt and white shirt and grey cardigan with black flat mary-janes. "What's the matter with my outfit?"
"It's very 'Hit me baby one more time'." Kurt commented.
Puck narrowed his eyes even more, "I like Britney Spears."
Rachel looked a bit disheartened, looking down at her outfit and then back up to see Mercedes running across the parking lot to them. "Ya'll better get going cause Marky-Mark and the Funky Bunch are one their way and they are looking for four asses to whoop. A.k.a. yours, mine and ours."
Kurt looked saddened. "So soon? Homeroom hasn't even begun."
"Be like eggs and scramble." Finn said and everyone took a moment to shake their heads at him. "What? It sounded good in my head."
"I've told you before Finn, just because it sounds great in your head, doesn't mean it sounds good in real life." Puck looked to the others. "I'll keep him away, you four just hide. You too Rach."
Rachel stuck her chin up in the air. "No."
Puck, Finn and Mike all looked at her. "What?!"
"No." she stood up tall. "I am not letting him put me down anymore. I'm going to stick up for myself."
Mercedes grabbed her arm, "Girl this ain't the right time to grow a backbone, now move."
"No." Rachel pulled away. "I'm sorry but, you've all stuck up for me enough."
"Rachel, listen to me very carefully." Mike grabbed Rachel's face between his two hands and made him face her, looking her right in the eyes. "The basic deal is, Mercedes, Artie, Tina and Kurt are about to get their asses kicked because they threatened Wilson with all the blackmail I had on my phone. Thing is, they don't know about Puck, Finn and me being involved. Therefore, you five, are wanted. Like...dead meat wanted. Do you understand?"
Rachel's eyes darkened and she looked at Kurt, Artie, Tina and Mercedes who were waving frantically at her to follow them. "I knew you should've just left it. But fine. I'll let you deal with this one, but if he does something, don't go looking for revenge. It'll just escalate and escalate until someone gets severely hurt."
Puck nodded and pushed her along, so Mercedes and Kurt grabbed either of her hands and the three bolted with Artie and Tina hot on their heels. "Puckerman!" the three boys all squared their shoulders and waited for Markus and his goofs to approach.
"Hey," Puck smirked. "How's it going Maureen?"
The basketball goofs looked confused as to who Maureen was, but Markus looked angry as hell. "You had something to do with this Puckerman, didn't you?"
"Me?" Puck feined innocence. "Have something to do with your crazy ass dancing around your living room like a free-for-all? Never."
"I swear to god," Markus narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. "When figure out how exactly you found out..."
"You called Matt, Heredia." Mike said. "In front of Rachel Berry. She started consoling him and telling him he looked nothing like a transvestite. Mercedes, Kurt and Tina overheard, put it together and got back at you. Preeee-ty simple really."
Markus scoffed, "Yeah, and Puckerman did nothing cause he's not the type to jump to his girlfriends defence."
Finn spoke so Puck wouldn't have to. "Puck has no girlfriends. Just occasional fucks."
Puck looked at Finn, smirking. "Nice dude. I think I'm gonna use that as my messenger name. Just occasional fucks."
"So, you fucked Rachel." Markus said and Puck glared at him.
"No." he said in a low voice.
The basketball players snickered as Markus stepped forward. "But, we all got photographic proof on how easy she is and... you like 'em easy, don't ya Puck?"
"Not with Berry." Puck said firmly. "Now don't ever say anything like that again, or I will have to deal with you personally."
Markus smirked. "Just admit it. You're banging Berry."
Puck couldn't hold himself back any longer. He lunged forward, tackling Markus to the ground. Just before he landed the first punch, two basketball guys yanked Puck off and threw him to the ground. Puck smacked his head on the concrete and saw bright lights dance in front of his eyes for the moment and a shadow of Finn's fist flying over him and landing in someone's nose.
Mike's arm wrapped around his upper body and hauled him and for the moment Puck thought, shit that kid has upper body strength and then pulled himself together enough to see straight. While Finn punched one guy in the nose, seven more appeared and they were way out numbered. So Puck grabbed his back, and pulled Finn back while Mike yanked Puck away and the three ran.
"We'll get you fuckers later!" Puck shouted over his shoulder and continued running.
~*~
Matt sat in the library, reading up on something to do with French Revolution. Yes, he actually did study. He wasn't like Mike (who was good with words and could explain the Roman Army by comparing it to a twix bar, and somehow the teacher would fill in enough gaps for the answer to be right) or like Puck (who just needed to read the information once the night before and then he was fine for twenty-four hours) or Artie (who was a plain genius, no matter which way you spun it) or even Finn (who... who... Okay, Matt had no idea how the hell Finn got to be in high school, but he does know that in Spanish, Finn and Brittany copy off each other. He once watched as they both stared intently at the others work, waiting for the other to start writing, until Brittany got bored and started turning the boxes on the test into sombreros. Finn then filled in all the boxes on his sheet that were sombreros on Brittany's and Brittany was surprised that she got the answers right in the first place and actually thought she was psychic).
No, Matt needed to sit down and read and take notes to pass the grade and he did want to pass the grade because like everybody else, he wanted to get the hell out of Lima. But his reading was interrupted when Rachel, Mercedes, Kurt, Tina and Artie ran (and rolled) in. He raised his eyebrow and shrugged, letting them sit with him. "What's up guys?"
"Basketball... players... more... wanted... Gucci... red... heels!" was all Matt could understand from the heavily panting.
Rachel rolled her eyes and looked at Matt. "Mike, Finn and Puck are trying to keep the basketball team away from Mercedes, Kurt, Artie, Tina and myself because we are now wanted."
Matt raised his eyebrow. "Does this have anything to do with receiving a text message at seven in the morning?"
"You see our video?" Mercedes asked.
Matt shook his head. "My plan doesn't allow me to message photos let alone videos."
"Oh, you poor thing." Kurt gasped.
Matt rolled his eyes and got up. "I'm gonna go see if they guys need help."
Just as he did, the guys in question came running into the library, Mike diving under the table like an Olympic swimmer off the block, Finn rolling across the table and then falling under it, hiding like Mike and Puck grabbing Rachel and pulling her under the table too.
"What's hap-"
"Shush!" the three boys practically shouted and then proceeded to yank Kurt and Tina down to their level.
Rachel looked at the three of them, all lying on the ground under the table whilst she was wide eyed and kneeling. "Noah, what happened?"
"There was twelve to three, what do you think happened?" Puck growled.
"We decided to value our lives and get back at them later, when we're ready." Finn said.
Mike leaned forward. "Yeah, cause while I'm good and all for beating the crap out of them, there were twelve Rachel. Twelve. And three of them grabbed Puck and chucked him to the ground."
Rachel instantly reached out to him and looked him in the eyes. "Are you okay?"
Puck nodded, laying his hand over hers and guiding her palm to his mouth. "I'm fine." he muffled into her hand and kissed it. "Except we might have a problem with keeping our secret."
~*~
Karofsky and the rest of the football team somehow had ended up siding with Mercedes, Kurt, Tina and Artie. No one in Glee had any idea how that had happened, except for Matt, Mike, Quinn and Santana who decided to show the rest of the players the whole video, including the threat. The football team felt offended. "We can't have the Gleeks look like they're defending us." Cusperberg yelled.
Santana raised her chin. "Well this video makes them look like the tough guys, don't you think?"
"And the smart ones." Mike added.
"We think we owe 'em one." Matt nodded to Karofsky who was being silent, contemplating the words being said. After Finn and Puck, Karofsky was the next best player on the team and the next one the team all looked up to. But since Finn and Puck and 'betrayed' the football team, unless they were directly out on the field, the whole team, bar Matt and Mike, followed Karofsky. It's why Puck targeted him for help, it's why everybody followed him to Rachel's house that Saturday night.
Quinn took a step forward. "Look, if it wasn't for the fact that I was pregnant and my boyfriend has some weird obsession with singing and dancing, I would never have hung out with the rest of the Gleek club. But guess what? I do now and I've learnt that, whilst they need some social advice, they're actually good and... decent." Quinn shivered internally. "Now they've stuck their necks out for you, and all you guys have ever done to them is bully and harass them. They did it for two reasons. One, even though it was indirect, you helped with the basketball team last time by putting them into their place at Rachel's. Two, Marcia was with San and Britt on the weekend and we had a glee party so she came too and they've all bonded."
Karofsky blinked, "Marcia? My sister Marcia."
"I don't know another." Quinn crossed her arms over her chest and looked expectantly. "So, are you gonna help us?"
Karofsky was silent for a moment and then looked to the rest of the team. "If any of you see a basketballer near any of those Gleek kids, you smack 'em. The basketball dudes, not the Gleeks." he verified.
Cusperberg raised his eyebrow, "You sure dude?"
"Four of them are our guys." Karofsky said. "And Artie's mum cuts us freaking oranges. And not the cheap kind either. Good oranges. So yeah. I'm sure."
"Five of them." Mike corrected. "Kurt too."
"Oh yeah, Beyonce too."
So for the rest of the day, the glee kids found themselves being stalked by letterman jackets, but not those of the basketball team. In fact, every time they saw somebody from the basketball team, it would be a brief glimpse before they'd disappear all together.
It wasn't the only thing that the gleeks had been seeing that was odd. Actually, it was more the things Rachel and Puck were noticing. People whispering, people talking. Brief conversations floating around, all consisting of their names.
"...Rachel Berry and Puck Puckerman..."
"...making out in the..."
"...pool and having..."
"...sex..."
"...the photos..."
"...go him going..."
"...he's obviously..."
"...sleeping together..."
"...cheating on her..."
"...fucking her over..."
"...using her..."
"...probably likes it..."
"...the slut..."
"...whore..."
"...skank..."
"...notch on the bedpost..."
Rachel couldn't handle it by the end of the day and regretted allowing Puck to drive her to school. She just wanted to go sit in her car and bury her head into the seat as she blasted Wicked through the speakers. She walked into the auditorium instead, hoping to find some peace there instead.
Surprisingly, for her, it was Puck, sitting with his guitar and plucking out something.
This world will never be, what I expected
And if I don't belong, who would've guessed it?
I will not leave alone, everything that I own
To make you feel like it's not too late,
It's never too late
Even if I say it'll be alright
Still I hear you say, you want to end your life
Now and again we try, to just stay alive
Baby we'll turn it all around, cause it's not too late,
It's never too late...
He played it acoustic and in his own tone. Rachel quite liked it and even though it wasn't the music she usually listened to, she could get used to listening to Puck singing it. "Hey." he said softly.
Rachel headed down the stairs and climbed onto stage, not saying a word. Puck looked tired and upset and when she was standing right in front of him, with her arms crossed, she just smiled back. "Hi." she murmured.
"You'd think that with everything going on in my life, high school dramas wouldn't affect me so much." he muttered. "But I'm sick of wanting to kill every second person Rach."
"I know." Rachel leaned forward and stroked his mohawk. Puck just rested his forehead on her stomach and inhaled. "And we still haven't been acting 'couple-like' in public."
Puck groaned, "I know. It's my fault. For going mental on Markus this morning."
"Do not blame yourself Noah." Rachel leaned down and kissed his forehead. "None of us are. We just need to figure out someway to get everybody off of our backs."
"We need to stop hanging out at school altogether." Puck murmured. "We need to cut all ties in public, bar Glee."
Rachel nodded and sighed, "But the damage is done. It's written across every wall in the bathrooms that I've lost my virginity in 'Puck's Truck'."
Puck snickered a bit and then looked up sheepishly at her. "Sorry, but it's funny my baby has a reputation."
"Are you referring to myself or the automobile?"
"Both?" he offered.
With a roll of her eyes, Rachel straightened out and gave a small smile. "I know how to dispel the rumours, Noah and with the help of the rest of Glee club, some great acting and some nail polish remover, I think we could pull it off."
"Nail polish remover."
"Best thing to combat permanent marker."
"Really?"
"Oh yes. And the aloe Vera one does wonders for the skin."
~*~
Under the moonlight of 7/11, twelve teenagers all congregated, holding various flavours of slushies in their hands. "You know we're all risking our buts again to help ya'll out."
"And it's greatly appreciated, Mercedes."
"You know we've got your back for anything though, right?"
"Mike, step away from my girlfriend."
"Dude, my girlfriend is here too."
"Like, so we just have to start rumours."
"And I have to make out with Puck?"
"It's not like you haven't done it before, San."
"Do you mind what we're doing to you Matt?"
"No, but I don't get why me?"
"You're the only single male of Glee and you have no reputation with sex."
Everyone laughed at that. "Thanks Rachel."
"Why not me?"
"Kurt, you're gay."
"Yes... well... I am seriously hurt that I was not considered."
"Are you guys gonna help us, or what? Cause seriously, we can't pull this off if you ain't all in it."
"Why can't the rest of the school know anyway?"
"Look what's happening with just the rumour, you guys."
"Yeah, Puck and Rachel haven't heard the end of it."
"And forget the bathrooms, there's a whole lot of graffiti across Rachel's locker."
One slushie cup was raised. "I'm in."
"Me too." another slushie cup went up.
"This is gay."
"I take great offence to that, especially seeing as this is for you." his slushie cup flew into the air. "But I shall be apart of this charade."
All twelve cups were soon up in the air. "Let's do this."
**AN, yes... after twenty minutes of contemplations that's all I could come up with...
Does Ohio have a state theatre?? Also, the season tickets thing, is actually real... I got season tickets for my birthday but like... you get to pick three productions to watch within six months... I saw Mamma Mia (again, preferred the original Sydney cast), Wicked (first time) and Chicago (saw the movie first).
Novice242: My head is like glass door... you can see in, break in and get in, but when you're in a rush you always forget it's there and run smack into it...
, Richiey, Kingdra, lifeandtimesofabrokensoul, mag721, ncar08: Thanks!
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...World.: Thank you SO much and I'm sorry 'I'll Cover You' didn't win... hope you were happy anyways!
Diva(dot)divine: LMAO! I never thought about that... but I chose out of the two I had in the poll... SORRY! And, yeah but I've found most PROFESSIONAL theatre people are pretty down to earth and alright... the majority... it's mainly the try-hards, the has-beens and the ones trying to get into the industry that are crazy... lol... lecturers... when I was little I thought all teachers were robots that got turned off at night.
Rhiwe: LOL! I start singing that in the shower too!
Ashleyxenia: See, I think I switch them around when I'm speaking too... thanks for that... LoL... and thank you for reading... PLEASE CONTINUE!
xDamnGirlx: Hahahah... I had to write one 'Finn's really confused' chapter and I saw the opportunity... hehehe... Hope you like the revenge :)
TheLlamasWillTakeOverTheWorld: HAHAHA!!! I loved your review! And I've shouted out to you in Chapter 26 (cause you reviewed 24 after I uploaded 25) it's not revenge on the whole basketball team but they all get the message... And maybe you'll be the 500th??
Ladybug Jess: You knew didn't you??
Aussietasha: First day back at school. We went to 7/11 and did just that... except my best-dude-friend put tropical in mine... cause we were sharing a massive one... I don't like tropical... but I mixed the coke around and whilst it tasted... odd... it was better than just tropical...
Ch3lsBishop: I would so fly to America for a DAY if I got to audition for glee... and I got a nice bracelet and a pair of earrings from the VIC market last year... my sister-in-law and I got matching bracelets that said 'Bianca' except the flowers in hers were a different colour to mine... I have mentioned before both our names are Bianca, right?
REVIEW PLEASE!!!
P.S. I slept writing two sections of this chapter... and part of the reviews... SORRY!