A/N: Hey everybody! Thanks for reading! Please review, I need feedback! Please don't be rude, but constructive critism is always appreciated (: if you're going to say that this sucks, at least tell me why it sucks, that way I can fix whatever sucks about it! So please review, I can't make it better if I don't know whats wrong (x okay, so this chapter is going to have way less switching around POVs than last chapter. From now on, it's just going to be a few different perspectives each chapter, if that. ALSO this chapter is short. Let me know what you think about it! (:

Chapter Two:

Mr. Schue's POV:

"Do you really think it was a good idea to have Puck choose this? I mean, our chance at Nationals could depend on this. Did I tell you he wanted to pick The Sex Pistols? ..sometimes he just needs to grow up..." I complained to Emma as we packed eachothers lunches.

"And this is you giving him the chance to grow up. This will earn you a lot of respect. For once you didn't pick Rachel for something. He isn't going to let you down Will. He knows the class will hate him if he doesn't pick something good...Don't be dissapointed with him before he has the chance to surprise you." She told me, fixing my tie and handing me my lunch. I gave her hers. I didn't have anything to say, so I just smiled at her. She gave the best advice sometimes...I guess that was one of those bonus's of being married to a Guidance Counselor.

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"Mornin' Will. Do something different with your hair? It has the same home perm look to it as always." Sue greeted me as I walked in to the school.

"Morning Sue." I sighed. I didn't make it to the other side of the hall before I was nearly attacked by Rachel.

"Mr. Schue, I-" She started, but I cut her off.

"Rachel? What are you doing here so early? School doesn't start for an hour?" I asked her.

"I told my dads school started early today, so they let me borrow the car to come early. I need to talk to you." She told me. I was starting to get scared...

"About?"

"Not here. Let's go to the choir room." She stormed off down the hall, leaving me confused and several feet behind her. I reluctantly followed her to the choir room, regretting it when I saw her talking to Brad. She pointed to a chair, indicating for me to sit, and then cued Brad. I really wished I'd stayed home when she started singing...

"Please speak softly, for they will hear us And they'll find out why we don't trust them Speak up dear, 'cause I cannot hear you I need to know why we don't trust them Explain to me this conspiracy against me And tell me how I've lost my power Where can I turn? 'Cause I need something more Surrounded by uncertainty, I'm so unsure Tell me why I feel so alone 'Cause I need to know to whom do I owe Explain to me this conspiracy against me And tell me how I've lost my power I thought that we'd make it Because you said that we'd make it through And when all security fails Will you be there to help me through? Explain to me this conspiracy against me And tell me how I've lost my power How? How I've lost my power?"

"Um...that was good Rachel, but I don't understand why you came to school an hour early to sing to me?" I had no idea what was going on.

"Mr. Schue, don't you see? If you want us to win Nationals, you need me to sing lead! I chose that song becuase it perfectly portrayed my feellings of losing my power...I'm the leader of this club, I used to make this club, and now it just seems like everyone is agaisnt me."

"No one is against you Rachel. They just want their own chance to shine. They finally realized what you meant when you said being part of something special makes you special. They don't want to be a part of something that makes you special, they want to be a part of something that makes them special now. Don't you think that's fair?"

"No! I work harder than all of them! And you know I'm the most talent we have."

"Rachel, last year I would've agreed with you. But we have so many amazing voices, were going to see who else can pull off a performance that could win us Nationals. You know, if you're so sure you have the best voice in here, why are you worried?"

"You know this is going to be more of a popularity contest than a singing contest Mr. Schue."

"No it won't." I told her, absolutely sure that it wouldn't. The kids wanted to win, so they'd pick who they thought gave them the best chance at winning. Not the people they like. Hopefully.

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Pucks POV:

Today's the day. Today I tell Mr. Schue and the Glee Club about my Simple Plan decision for Nationals. I wasn't nervous until it actually got close to telling the class...what if they all thought it was stupid? Or Mr. Schue didn't approve...I didn't have a back up if Mr. Schue said no to them...When the bell finally rang, I paced my way down the hallway, taking each step slower than the last, until I eventually just said Fuck It. And I marched right into Glee Club, and wrote Simple Plan across the board. Everyone just looked at me.

"Puck? Did you come up with an artist?" Mr. Schue asked, obviously not bothering to look at the board.

"Yup." I replied.

"Uh, who?" He asked. I pointed at the board.

"Simple Plan?" He asked me. The class broke into silent chatting and glaring. Finn looked a little lost, Sam looked flat out thrilled. Artie had his head cocked sideways, making him look like a slightly sad puppy. I thought Kurt was about ready to kill me judging from his facial expression, and Mike looked as if he wasn't even paying attention. Rory looked a lot like a deer in headlights... The girls were the ones with the comments.

"No way." Rachel said, glaring at me. Mercedes was asking around, obvioiusly having no idea who this band was. Quinn was staring at the floor, looking like she was trying not to cry...was she that emotional about a band? Something else had to be going on with her. Brittany was blowing bubbles with her gum, while Santana filed her nails, muttering rude things about me to whoever looked her way, for no reason whatsoever. Sugar screamed, and everyone stopped talking.

"Aspergers." She shrugged, leaving us all thoroughly confused.

"Puck, can you tell us why you picked this band?" Mr. Schue asked me, now that the class was silent.

"Mr. Schue, one time Finn said that music isn't just about the song, it's about where it came from. Well, at the time, I had no idea what he was talking about...obviously the song came from the person that wrote it! But now I get it. When I was at home, I was listening to music. A song I hadn't heard in a really long time was playing. It was "Friend" by Reset. Well, Reset didn't get to far with their music, but their next band did. Most songs are about love, breaking up, getting back together, how you can't live alone and they're all really depressing and about the same things. But there are a few songs that are about real things. And some of you probably won't even know who this band is, and those of you that do might not like it, but this band, their songs are about some real stuff. Family troubles, some are about breaking up, but a lot of it is real life things. Not just songs that go on and on about getting dumped. I picked them because they have songs that are all about different things, and a lot of their songs are of different genres, kind of like we are..." I explained. Mr. Schue looked impressed..

"Wow. Great job Puck. You really did good with this assignment! Now, I want you all to pick your partners, unless your going to sing alone, and come back next rehearsal with your partner and song picked." Mr. Schue told the class.

"Good job." Sam told me as I sat down.

"I still wanted to pick The Sex Pistols.." I joked. Sam laughed.

"Grow up Noah." Rachel told me. That really set me off. I hated when people told me to grow up. I'm not going to change! I was plenty grown up to help Quinn pay off doctors bills, and still have fun. I'm not changing who I am. If that makes me a Lima Loser, then so be it.

"She was a girl from Birmingham, She just had an abortion, She was case of insanity." I started to sing the first few words of Bodies, whispering so only Sam could here me. He laughed. Rachel turned back around. She rolled her eyes.

"What? That songs about being against abortion. I think. Why are you rolling your eyes?" Sam asked.

"Your so immature." Rachel told us.

"I'm not the one that came to school an hour early to sing for Mr. Schue." Sam told her. Her face errupted red, and she turned back around. I don't know how Sam figured it out, but it was sure funny.

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Kurts POV:

The second Mr. Schue stopped talking, I practically ran over to Santana. I might've had a better shot getting Mercedes to agree to be my partner, but we'd never agree on a song. Rachel and Santana were the only other ones with the power voice I needed, and Rachel would undoubtably be singing with Finn. That just left Santana, who for some reason, never actually sang with Brittany other than Landslide with Ms. Holiday.

"What do you want, Porcelain?" Santana turned to face me as I approached her.

"You." I said, which probably sounded very creepy, thinking back on it.

"What?" She asked, obviously having no clue what I was talking about.

"You need to be my partner for this."

"No way lady face. I'm doing this all on my own. I need to win, I'm not gonna sing some sappy song about loving your Blazer Boyfriend with you."

"I don't want to sing a song about Blaine. Just, Santana, be my partner. Please. I know I can make us win..."

"I don't need you to win..I can win just fine all on my own."

"I'll give you the lead part in the song...if we win, you can sing lead in this and most likely whatever Mr. Schue has the troubletones sing."

"I don't need the lead part, not when I can do fine all by myself."

"Normally, I'd say you could beat Rachel. But not Rachel and Finn doing a duet. You know they're gonna do some ballad, and how are you gonna top that by yourself? You need me."

"Fine lady face. But I'm singing lead. And I'm dropping out if this turns into a love song."

"Deal." I said, trying not to show the excitment on my face. So I had my partner, Finn obviously was working with Rachel, but the rest of the class didn't really seem motivated to find someone to sing with...that, or they just would rather sing alone. So far, it looked like either Rachel and Finn or Santana and I had the best shot at winning that. And then winning us Nationals. Maybe if I finally won something, did something important and accomplished something, my dad would chose me over Finn again. I was hanging onto the last hope that winning this would make me perfect ...at least to him.

A/N: This is a really short chapter..aha wow. Okay well the next one will be longer...ALSO. I know I've made like 3 references to Bodies by The Sex Pistols...if your like under 13 please don't look that song up and traumatize yourselfs...Seriously. If you know the song, it'll make more sense to you. But pleaaaase don't traumatize yourself, that song is...graphic. At least to me anyways...Well, please give me any suggestions or things you'd like to see happen in this! The next chapter should come up soon (: Pleaaase please please review. Thank you all! OH. Before I forget:

The song that Rachel sang was; Conspiracy by Paramore (: