Hi I finally got on this, sorry for the wait. The song Puck and Quinn sing is called, "Brielle" by Sky Sailing. I suggest listening to it.
You get a nice insight on Finn and Artie for a little bit, hope you like it. :)
And their solos? Got good plans for those :D
Mr. Shue ushered the kids into the choir room, nearly jittering with excitement.
"Alright, you guys, I have an idea." And it was true, he did. One of his greatest, in his opinion.
After he discussed his setup for Regionals with Emma, and realizing he only ever gave Rachel and Finn a chance, he decided it was time he listened to everyone.
"Instead of assigning songs and soloists, this time, you all are auditioning." After receiving only blank expressions, he elaborated, "Solos."
New Directions gasped at such a thought. Anyone could be highlighted on that stage. People would see them. Their faces. Hear their voices individually.
"Yep! We'll do it the way we did duets, whoever gets the most votes wins." He grinned, "You have until next week."
Whispers of excitement broke out, and Will finally thought he'd done well.
After Glee, Puck approached Quinn.
"Hey, Baby Mama." He mumbled, a hand massaging the back of his neck.
"Hey Puck," she quirked an eyebrow.
"So for the solo thing or whatever, I got an idea. And like, maybe you'd sing with me or something."
"I don't think so." She clipped, and turned to exit the choir room.
"Ah, Q, please? The song is relatable to us. It means something to me, it reminds me of Beth!" He called.
The cheerleader stopped dead in her tracks, and after a few moments, sighed. Turning back around, she asked the boy, "Now?"
"Yeah, yeah, it'll be quick. No worries, I don't even have wine coolers or nothing."
She chuckled, until she realized he was serious.
"Fine," she said while sending a quick text to Rachel, informing her she'd be staying after.
Quinn sat at the piano bench, poised with her fingers gently splayed on the keys. Puck grabbed his guitar and placed music in front of her, and then strummed the intro lightly.
He breathed out heavily before singing the first lines.
"There's a handwritten note,
Pressed in the door,
Of her screened in Porsche.
"And I am sailing away,
Recalling that day,
Miles from shore.
"She was still wearing white
And Robin's Egg Blue,
Her grandmother's dress
"When I left early this year,
How I wound up here,
Is anyone's guess."
He glanced at the blonde momentarily, then knit his eyebrows and nodded, encouraging her to join in for the chorus.
"When the new sights grow old,
And I start to feel cold,
I'll sail home again."
She joined him,
"Goodbye, Brielle!
Only whispers can tell
Of the sweet dreams that we knew so well.
"I'll see you around,
Our dear ocean town.
"The frozen days we set ablaze," Quinn closed her eyes in concentration,
"Send me drifting away.
"Like a butterfly,
You floated by,
And now you're alone
"I wish I knew when,
"I'll be back again.
"So until then, I wish you well,
My dear Brielle."
She accompanied the soft guitar with some improvision on the piano, letting him continue.
"Strolling over the sand,
And cobblestone paths,
That wind through the trees!"
He gave her a longing, but fallen look,
"And breathing the sweet forest air,
Makes the bluebird aware
That she could be free!"
He dropped and octave,
"When the new sights grow old,
And I start to feel cold,
I'll sail home again."
Quinn sang alone this time.
"Goodbye, Brielle!
Only whispers can tell,
Of the sweet dreams that we knew so well,
"I'll see you around,
Our dear ocean town,
"The frozen days we set ablaze
Send me drifting away.
"Like a butterfly,
You floated by,
And now you're alone!
I wish I knew when,
I'll be back again.
"So until then I wish you well."
"So until then I wish you well." Puck sang solely.
"So until then I wish you well.
"My dear Brielle." She countered.
"My dear Brielle," he added with finality, in a hushed whisper.
They sat in a comfortable silence, admiring the work they'd just done, the barriers they'd just overcome to sing with one another.
She finally spoke up, "That song reminded me so much of Beth."
"Which is why I chose it."
"Are you gonna sing it as your solo?"
"No. It's a nice song, but not bad-ass enough. Needs to be bad-ass. I'm glad you liked it, though."
They were quiet again, until he broke,
"I loved you, Quinn."
She shook her head, "I never could've loved you back."
"Yeah. You loved Fimmigrant, plus you had the hots for Berry."
The blonde looked at him, bewildered, "How do you know that?"
Puck shrugged, "San told me."
"That bitch! She said she wouldn't tell anyone!"
"No worries, lesbro. I won't tell a soul."
Quinn rolled her eyes, and huffed in apprecation.
"Thanks Puck. Contrary to popular belief, you're a good guy."
"Huh, yeah. Whatevs."
He watched her leave, her hips swaying in just the right way. No wonder he loved her, he loved chicks that played hard to get.
He then picked up his phone to sext Santana.
Finn wasn't sure what he wanted to sing. What would Quinn like the most? He should sing a love song to her, oh, she would like that! Girls liked to be serenaded, right? Rachel certainly did.
He knit his eyebrows in realization; he didn't actually know that many love songs. Well, his mom used to play real old, sad ones on the stereo, and he'd heard some on the radio. Maybe he could look some up, or go through Kurt's iPod.
Or- Yeah. Yeah! He had it! He knew a song she would love.
Artie was flat-out determined.
There was no way anyone in that bullshit glee club was taking a solo from him. He'd been there the longest with the least recognition. Hell, he was one of the first kids in New Directions.
Just because he was in a wheelchair didn't mean he didn't have a voice.
Everyone in that club complained. Rachel didn't get enough solos. Finn didn't get enough love. Puck didn't have cool hair anymore. Mr. Shue didn't have Emma. Quinn was suffering PTSD from the pregnancy.
No more. He had the most to complain about, his legs didn't work. And he was tired of everyone always whining about everything and anything.
He was getting a solo. And no one was stopping him.