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Christopher Cross.
That wasn't exactly what I wanted to watch Schue scrawl across the whiteboard on Monday. It made me grimace as Schuster excitedly clapped his hands together.
"Alright! Who can tell me who Christopher Cross is?" he asked.
"He discovered America," Brittany answered and I, along with Finn and Rachel, nodded along with her obviously incorrect answer.
Can't blame the girl for keeping things interesting.
"Close," he sighed. "He did write an iconic chart topper, though."
"I have a bad feeling about this lesson," Kurt whispered in my ear, causing a smile to tug at my lips.
"You and me both," I whispered back while crossing my arms.
"Never heard of him, don't want to hear about him," Tina said in a bored tone from next to our other Asian member.
Did I mention that she and Mike got together over the summer? The things you miss while being away, seriously; this whole club is a freaking soap opera, I swear.
"Now, some people think of the term Easy Listening as a bad thing, but I'm going to let this music speak for its self," Schue smiled while handing out sheet music to us. "You guys love Lady GaGa, and The Rolling Stones, and you guys are really good at putting it all out there. But really good music can also be controlled, and restrained. It doesn't have to attack an audience. You can let them come to you."
I turned and scowled behind me at the member who had wacked me in the back of the head with a small stack of sheet music. "Give me one of those," I narrowed my eyes at Puck.
"What do you say?" he smirked.
"Now," I smirked back.
"Wrong," he grinned.
"Puckerman," I warned.
"If I give you one, are you going to be nice to me?"
"Probably not," I said while suppressing a laugh. Noah threw one into my lap and shook his head at me.
"How can you get caught between the Moon and New York City?" Finn asked after reading some of the lyrics. "They're, like, a hundred miles apart."
Kurt turned to me with an eyebrow raised. "His stupidity isn't even cute anymore," he murmured and I bit my lip to hold back my chuckles.
"Mr. Schue, if I may," Kurt turned to face the front while raising his hand. "I think I speak for all of us when I say that it's not that we don't love the idea of spending a week on this silky smooth adult contemporary… it's just that, as teens, this is hard for us to relate to. However," Kurt paused with a growing smirk. "There is a burgeoning Facebook campaign that has gained over 5 members. The art in demand? That this week at the Fall Homecoming Assembly, the McKinley High Glee Club perform: Britney Spears."
I looked around the risers at my fellow members as a small gasp filled the air from their excitement. I couldn't say I particularly cared… I never really listened to her growing up since my parents were stuck mostly in their progressive rock. The music I listened to in the late 90's consisted of Aerosmith, Bon Jovi, Pearl Jam, Soundgarden… y'know, music that most grade school kids have never heard of.
"Sorry," Mr. Schue shot down the excited group of teens in front of him. "Kurt, sorry, but no. Just, no. I don't think she's a very good role model."
"But, Mr. Schue, we kind of grew up with her," Rachel reminded him. Speak for yourself, woman.
"She was literally the reason I wanted to become a performer," Tina agreed.
"Really?" I asked in surprise. Most of the glee club turned and looked at me in confusion.
"What?" I asked defensively. "Michael Jackson was my reason why…" Noah's eyebrows shot up and he started laughing from behind me.
"Don't laugh at me!" I cried before turning and punching his leg. "I really liked Thriller, okay! I didn't listen to a lot of Britney growing up."
"I don't want to do Britney," Brittany said quietly from the front row.
"Why no Britney, Brittany?" Kurt asked quickly, clearly surprised.
"Because my name is also Brittany Spears," she answered. Everyone's heads immediately turned to her in mixtures of shock and confusion.
"W-what?" Schue asked.
"What the hell is she talkin' about?" Mercedes asked.
"My middle name is Susan and the last name is Pierce," Brittney spoke. "That makes me Brittney S. Pierce. Brittney Spierce."
"No, shit," I laughed.
"I've lived my entire life in Britney Spears' shadow. I will never be as talented or as famous," she continued. "I hope you can all respect that Glee Club is a place where I, Brittney S. Pierce, can escape the torment of Britney Spears.
Everyone remained quiet for a moment, everyone processing at exactly what wave length Brit's thoughts where on (obviously not the same as ours).
"Alright," Schue smiled triumphantly. "There you have it. It's been decided, no Britney, sorry."
"Thanks, Brittney," Kurt scowled down at her.
"Hey, leave Brit Brit alone," Santana sneered back while placing a hand on the blonde girl's shoulder.
"Thank you for understanding," Brittney said quietly to Santana. "it's been a hard road."
"Um, can we move on?" Rachel asked in annoyance.
"Yes," Schue answered. "Let's talk about Michael Bolton."
I groaned and let my head fall into my hands. Anything but Michael Bolton, seriously.
"You go for Gracie," I smiled while answering my cell phone.
"Hey, that's my line," Noah said from the other side.
"So?" I asked in amusement.
"Whatever," he chuckled. "Anyway, Liz asked me to help her with her bake sale and I have no idea what I'm doing."
"Lies!" I laughed. "I remember last year, at the Glee Club Bake Sale, a certain mohawk was the one who make all of the cupcakes."
"Yeah, but those where special cupcakes…I can't exactly make those for grade school kids," he said, and I could hear the smirk on his face.
"Hey! I want special cupcakes! Why can't mine be special!"
Noah groaned as I burst out laughing at Lizzy in the background.
"I'll be over in a few minutes," I laughed before hanging up.
I let myself into the Puckerman household and slipped off my flats before trekking my way into the kitchen, where I heard Noah and Liz in a small shouting match. I stood in the doorway and watched them for a moment before clearing my throat. The siblings stopped and turned to me with expectant gazes.
"What?" I asked. "No, 'Hey Grace! Thanks for coming to help!'?"
I rolled my eyes at the two before noticing the large assortment of boxed cupcakes in the counter. "You're joking," I said.
"What?" Noah asked.
"I thought you were trying to make then from scratch!" I exclaimed. "Box cupcakes are pretty self explanatory, numb nuts!"
"I would've made them myself, but I'm not allowed to use to oven," Lizzy frowned.
"Liz, I'm sorry your brother doesn't have a brain," I sighed.
"It's okay," she smiled. "I'm used to it now."
I laughed as Noah gently shoved his sister aside. "Whatever, you two suck."
"Sorry, I hurt your feelings," I teased. Puck responded by flicking my nose as he passed me to grab a mixing bowel.
"Ow," I laughed while standing next to him at the counter. We both began to separately mix up cupcake batter, along with Liz who sat on a barstool opposite of us.
It wasn't until a couple hours, and a few dozen cupcakes, later that Liz went to get ready for bed, and Noah and I were dirty with ingredients and sticky from a mini frosting war.
I pulled myself onto the counter and grabbed a dish rag to wipe off frosting from my jeans. I looked up to see Puck leaning against the counter opposite of me, the corners of his lips moving upwards and an eyebrow quirked. I knew that look.
"No," I chuckled. "You're sister is upstairs."
"So?" he chuckled while approaching me,
"Not while your sister is around," I repeated with a smile. I brought my leg up and stopped him by placing my foot into his chest. Noah raised his eyebrow at me and then looked down to my foot. I giggled and let it slid back down and sway next to the other as they dangled off of the counter.
"Come on, babe," he smirked while looking me in the eyes.
"No means no, Noah," I teased.
Puck rolled his eyes and turned back to the tray of cupcakes and grabbed one before proceeding to lick off the icing.
"You couldn't go a day, could you?" I asked in amusement.
"Without what?" he asked with a mouth full of frosting.
I shrugged. "Without any sort of inappropriate…well, touching would be a good word," I said. When Noah stared at me blankly I continued. "A day without hugging, kissing, touching, and other behaviors you tend to frequent with."
"Why would I want to go a day without out all of that?" he laughed. "Plus, you're not so innocent yourself. I know you can't wait to come over and get a piece of this after school."
I tipped my head back and laughed loudly. "You're funny," I said. "I could go a hell of a lot longer than you."
Noah's eyes narrowed at me suspiciously. "Are you trying to make a bet with me?" he asked.
I thought a moment before smirking. "Yea," I nodded. "I bet I can go longer without kissing you, because I don't need to."
"You're on," he smirked back.
I stuck my hand out and he shook it gently. "One for the road at least?" he asked.
I thought for a moment and shrugged. "Fine," I answered.
I let Noah place himself between my legs and grab my head in his hands. Our lips crashed together, and I swear to God, I just about short circuited. I grabbed onto his shoulders and pulled him closer as my toes curled from the sweetness of his taste.
Just like rainbow chip frosting.
My favorite.
I sat down next to Quinn and smiled. "How's your bet with Puck going?" she asked.
"Just fine," I smiled back. "We only have one class together, so it's not like I see him a whole lot throughout the day."
Just as that escaped my mouth Puck came strolling into the choir room and to my right in the only seat next to me. I turned with a raised eyebrow and stared expectantly at him.
"Hey, Grace," he smirked.
Bastard. He totally did that on purposed. Whatever.
"Puckerman," I smiled politely before turning back to Quinn, who was grinned at the two of us.
"Anyways," I started to say before Schue walked in with Ms. P and another dark haired back trailing behind him. I shook my head and did a double take.
"Why the crap is my dentist here?" I asked as I stared at Dr. Howell while he stood with Schue and Ms. P by the baby grand.
"That's your dentist?" Santana asked with a sly smile.
"Okay, so here's the deal," Howell said. "You chew the capsule and if there's any plaque you missed, the dye will stick to it and turn your teeth blue."
"Can I just say that you're the hottest dentist I've ever seen?" Santana said with a wide smile.
"Yeah, I get that a lot," Dr. Howell smirked.
"No seriously," Santana spoke as he began to pass out the capsules. "You can totally drill me any-"
"Santana!" Ms. Pillsbury exclaimed. "Okay, let's stay focused."
"It's rock n' roll Ems," Howell smiled while handing me my capsule, "Oh, hey Grace!"
"Hi, Dr. Howell," I mumbled.
"Besides," Dr. Howell side, jumped back on topic while approaching Schue. "This guys pretty easy on the eyes too. Plus, I bet I couldn't sing and dance nearly as well as him."
"Probably not," Schue smirked.
Okay, I get it now. Pillsbury and Howell have a thing and Schue is completely jealous. I smirked at the love triangle, see I told you we're all in a soap opera.
"Alright, let's take a look at those chompers."
"Before we chew," Kurt spoke up. "I would just like to alert Mr. Schue that there's been a new addition to the Britney Spears Facebook Campaign."
Pillsbury and Schue looked pointedly at each other before Schue sighed. "Sorry, but the answer is no. Now, capsules guys!"
"Yes!" Ms. P clapped. "Chew, chew! Chew away!"
I popped the capsule in my mouth, as did every one else, and grimaced at the bitter taste as I bit into it. As we all chewed for a few moments I looked to see similar puckered faces as they chewed as well.
Quinn turned to me and smiled, her teeth beautiful and white as always. I smiled back and she gave me a nod, signaling all was good. I turned to my other side to Noah, still smiling, and watched as he let his lips spread apart and grin at me. My heart did a flip and a flop as I locked eyes with him.
Jesus H. Christ, I loved his smile.
Everyone jumped and turned at Finn made a frightened gasp from the back row. Upon turning, we all looked at Rachel, who seemed to have just eaten a Smurf; her mouth was a disgusting blue.
"Oh my God," Kurt frowned at her.
"What?" she asked with bambi eyes that rivaled Ms. P's. Reaching down, Rachel pulled a compact mirror from her bag and gasped in horror when she saw what we did.
"I don't understand, I floss between classes!" she exclaimed from behind the hand she held up to hid her blue mouth.
"Well, sometimes it's just genetics," Howell answered.
"I think I would be better at brushing and flossing if I could see myself in the mirror," Artie spoke, his teeth smurf-esqu as well.
"I don't brush my teeth," Brittney said. "I rinse my mouth out with soda after I eat."
I looked at Quinn in horror and she shuddered at the thought of Brit's oral hygiene.
"I was pretty sure that Dr. Pepper was a dentist," she shrugged.
"I got this," Howell spoke as I saw Kurt hold back a gag. "Some deep bleaching, some scaling, she'll be as good as new. Now, open up."
Brittany turned and opened her mouth for Dr. Howell who grimaced. "Now, close."
Brittany closed her mouth and stared obliviously as Dr. Howell shuddered. "Alright, I guess I'll see you three in my office soon. We'll get your teeth fixed up, especially you, Brittany."
As the bell rang I followed Quinn out of the choir room. "I'll meet you in the parking lot?" She asked. "I have to stop by Coach's office."
"Yeah, sure," I smiled. "Have fun with that."
Quinn rolled her eyes at me before turning the corner and disappearing. I was only able to take a few strides before her presence was replaced. I glanced up at Puck's smirking figure as he walked a bit too close to me.
"What do you want, Noah?" I asked.
"What? Just because I can't touch you doesn't mean I can't talk to you does it?" he smirked wider.
I rolled my eyes. "No, I guess not," I sighed.
"Why?" he inquired while ducking his head closer to mine. "Is it hard for you, being in the presence of such a stud? I could imagine it."
"Okay," I laughed as I reached my car and leaned against it. "You've finally gone crazy, haven't you? Gosh, Noah, it's only been two days. Did your dick already fall off?"
"You're not funny, Gracie," he rolled his eyes.
"Really? 'Cause I think I'm hilarious," I laughed.
"My dick falling off is not something to joke about," he frowned before backing away from me.
"Don't think you can go to anyone else to help with your needs, either!" I told him. "Because that's cheating! And in two senses of the word, too!"
"Don't worry," he said mockingly. "Non of the freshman Cheerios are as good as last years."
"Your sick," I rolled my eyes as I noticed Quinn approaching us.
"We'll just wait and see how you feel in a couple days," he smirked before nodding to Quinn and leaving us by my car.
The worst part was, I actually was already dreading the next few days. What would be the female equivalent of blue balls?