(Sue's point of view)
Dear Journal,
I am the most remarkable person to walk this school. My hair is flawless, my face is cleaner than Will's piano and I'm the most talented human. Well, I'm the only one. The rest of this school is full of aliens. Come to destroy what I have worked so hard for. That's why I will destroy the glee club. I noticed yesterday at 4:28 when Q's knee trembled. My pyramid crumbled in front of the football losers, and it was simply horrible. My eye twitched when I thought of the glob of gel Will must've used because I could only blame his stupid curly locks. His awkward dance routines got her off balance. I cursed him and swore that I would crush his spirit, but then I noticed something. Q had this look in her eyes, almost like she was scared of my criticism. She never even bad an eyelash when I looked her in the eye, and now she trembled under my wrath? I shook my head. Q was so much like me; tough, and heartless. That's why I made her captain. She didn't need to be encouraged because her ambition made her a success. Just like me!
KNOCK KNOCK
I groaned and shouted for them to come in. I put my journal in my top draw, as soon as the door swung open.
"Hey Sue! Can I talk to you for a minute?" Will asked, closing the door behind him.
"Sure buddy. Go ahead." I grabbed my mug. He stood across from me. He glanced around at the trophies before he said anything.
"I wanted to ask you what influences you." I stood up facing my trophy case with my back to him.
"Me. My success. Why do you ask?" I turned around to face him, and he was sitting in a chair, rubbing his knee nervously. I grimaced.
"Well, because Sue people respect you." I snorted.
"And not only that, they listen to you." He paused. I folded my arms and sat on the corner of my desk.
"A few of my students in glee are going through some things, and I just don't know if I'm as influential as you." He admitted. I almost felt bad for him. Sike. I didn't feel a thing.
"Oh William. You sound like a desperate school boy who actually cares for these rotting mutts." He opened his mouth, but I beat him to it.
"Face it Will. They're hopeless." I drank more of my drink and we sat in silence. I still despised him. No matter what he said, or how cute his curls appeared to be.
"Well thanks Sue, but no thanks. I wanted your take, but that just makes life so depressing." He got up and straightened out his tie before he left. I smiled at his vulnerable attitude, and I went back to polishing my latest trophy.
That was a complete waste of my time.
DDDDIIINNNNGGG
(Quinn's point of view)
"Class, do chapter 3-4 for homework. I want it analyzed and memorized, because you will be quizzed on it next week." The teacher screamed. Half the class never did the reading in Honors English, but that didn't stop Mrs. Harris from trying. I walked out of class, hugging my books to cover my belly. I know I was exaggerating, but soon I'd run out of ideas. I walked past the gym and straight to the bathroom, before someone grabbed me by the arm.
"Q, I wanted to talk." Puck started softly.
"Puck, I can't right now. I'm busy." I turned away from him, and kept walking. It was the only way I could ignore his charm. He followed me anyway.
"Yea I know. That's also why I came up to you, because you didn't answer my calls or texts." He stated. I kept walking until I got to my car.
"I'm worried about you Q." He said as he put his arm on my shoulder. I tried to ignore his touch. Where were my keys?
"You never avoid anyone unless you hate them." I turned around and looked him in the eye. He looked hurt. My hormones took over, and just like that, my guilt turned into anger.
"Don't give me that crap Puck! You're not the one who has to go through all this!" I screamed. He matched my tone as he came closer.
"Listen, I have every right to feel just as hurt, if not more! How could you make me like this is my entire fault? How could you ignore me when I told you that I really liked you?"His eyes were bloodshot red.
"Yea and then you sleep with that whore?! Really?" I stabbed. I pushed him, going back inside.
"I never slept with her after us!" He defended. I scoffed.
"Yea. Like I would believe that. Where were you two the day that I told you I was pregnant?" I waited for his answer.
"We were drinking at her house." He admitted. The guilt threatened to eat me up, so I walked away from him. I had no more energy to fight with him.
"Q-
"Don't call me that." The tears threatened to come. Why couldn't he be like Finn, so that I could give Finn up to man hands? Why did we have to argue? Why couldn't he see that I needed to be held? To cry?
"Quinn, I just want to be there for him or her." He said desperately.
I don't remember when we got to the auditorium, but there we were. Standing mere inches apart, with only the grand piano separating us.
I stopped walking, and I turned to face him.
He was beautiful.
I stood there, so captivated by him that I didn't realize he came closer. He stood directly in front of me, his nose almost touching my forehead. I took in his cologne, and I knew that right then and there, I wanted nothing more than to be in his arms. As if he heard my silent plea, he wrapped his arms around my waist, and held me close.
Instantly, My arms found his neck, and hugged him as close as possible.
"And you." He added. I tensed up. He started to caress my back, and my arms. I relaxed, but our moment was cut short when his football coach stopped in and yelled, "Puck, if I don't see you for practice today, I'll assume that you got detention for choosing to hug your girlfriend in here during class hours." I immediately pushed against his chest. I could feel his hurt, but I probably shouldn't have gone this far in the first place. Embarrassed, I began to walk away with my head down.
"I won't be late coach. I'll see you at practice." He said over my shoulder. His coach left because the door swung shut behind him.
"Quinn, can we talk?" He asked. My back was still to him.
"I can't Puck. I can't trust you right now. You always leave me for her. I just-I can't deal with this." Before he could defend himself, I ran for the same door his coach appeared in. Not before catching the introduction to 'All I have to give' by Mali Music.
I didn't know Puck played keys. If only it were that simple with him.
And then there's Finn. He doesn't deserve this, but then again, I don't deserve him. I skipped next period and ran back to my car. I felt sick. Why couldn't I just choose? As if extending our moment in the auditorium, I popped in headphones to finish listening to Mali's song. The lyrics fell from my tongue piercing my heart sharper than I could bear.
Here is my heart, my mind, Quinn here is my life, my everything take it, it's yours oh love, its all I have to give.
I didn't realize that my eyes closed until my phone vibrated. It was Puck. I hesitated before deleting it. I slumped my shoulders dreading the drive home.
(Mercedes's point of view)
I ducked back inside once I heard Quinn and Puck coming this way. Damn. Is it true? Quinn is pregnant?
…..
2 hours later
(Finn's Point of view)
Practice was a little longer today, for some reason. I guess coach was still mad about my performance in the game last week. I sighed. That's another thing to worry about. We headed back to the locker room as a team.
"Alright ladies! Bring it in. So first off, I'd like to give you all a big round of applause for winning the season opener for the first time in 2 years."
Everyone clapped, shouted and waived towels in the locker room.
"I wanted to thank you guys for bringing your a-game. Especially you Evans. We could not have done it without you." Coach said. Everyone clapped and cheered, but coach gave me the look.
"Hit the showers boys. Expect to practice twice as hard tomorrow. And someone tell Puckerman that his ass is grass if I he leaves early again without telling me." With that, the guys cleared and as usual, I was alone. I didn't mind it anyway, because I hate half-assing a conversation.
I sighed.
I got off the bench and was headed for the weights when I got a text. I sighed annoyed. It was from Rachel. I wanted to ignore it, but I didn't.
Hey Finn. Come to the auditorium for a sec!
Sure. See you in five.
I grabbed my bag and shoes and I was out. Maybe this would brighten up my day.
DDDIINNGGG!
…
(Mrs. Pillsbury's Point of view)
I was scrubbing my desk with a brand new toothbrush for the final time before I left for home. The last one looked slightly discolored, almost as if I was smearing the dirt all over my desk.
I shivered involuntarily.
I moved to the edges around each draw, opening them one by one. I got goose bumps just remembering the time when I accidentally fell into the pig's pen. I pictured the poop in my hair, and the smell tainted me, oh God the smell. I was tearing up, on the verge of experiencing that awful memory again when I heard a knock at my office door.
I jumped up and just my luck, I hit funny bone when I saw Will walk into my office.
"Emma are you okay?" He asked with a concerned look on his face. I held my arm across my chest.
"I'm fine Will." I said between a wince. I closed my eyes longing for the pain to go away. Why was I so clumsy? I froze when Will's cold hand found mine. My eyes shot open.
Will examined my arm, as I focused on his curly locks. I didn't dare to think about those dimples, and how beautiful he looked when he smiled showing his teeth.
"It might be bruised. Maybe some ice will do." He suggested.
I nodded.
I couldn't find my voice until he already left for the ice.
Dazzled by Will's charm, I blew out a breath that I didn't know I was holding. I sank in my chair, and propped my good elbow up on my half cleaned desk, letting my face sink into my hand. How did Will manage to squeeze into my heart when I wasn't looking?
(Coach Ken's Point of view)
Whistle
"Hit the Bleachers!" I said.
It was a little past 4:30PM on the football field. The cheerleaders shared the field with us today, and tomorrow it would be soccer, so we had to make the most of it. It didn't help though that sweat droplets made my shirt hug my chest. Not to mention the mosquitos that loved the heat. I didn't know when the radio came on, but it only amped up the mood.
Feel the pressure, new semester, everybody's getting fly gotta dress up, and parents pay a lot of money they expect you to make a lot of money so you don't want to mess up, now you stressed huh, try your best but why it never seems enough to impress some you just want to hear them say 'good job' instead of 'get a good job' so tell me where is your rest huh?
(2hrs later)
I was whistling the tune by Andy Mineo that the guys played for practice. I think it was called 'Pressure.' It was fitting for the shuffles that they had to do afterwards. And after last game, I wasn't sure they'd get away easy.
I chuckled easing my nerves. Distraction was the only thing that kept my feet moving over to Ms. Pillsbury's office. It kept me calm, even though I was as nervous as anything.
After practice, I stole one of the guy's spray deodorant cans, and I added water from the coolers to my hair. This was my chance to ask her out. She was single. I had to jump on it before someone else did, so I told myself. The two tickets in my back pocket felt like lead all of a sudden.
As I rounded the corner to her office, I froze. When I peaked in, Will held onto Ms. Pillsbury by the arm, and the look on her face told me that she seemed to like it. I couldn't stick around to hear them kiss, so I marched back around the corner to the locker room, snuck into one of the shower stalls, and I punched the wall.
(Puck's Point of view)
The next morning, I woke up feeling motivated. I don't know. I mean I was humming a classical piano song that I once heard a million years ago. I don't hum. Ever. Especially not to classical music.
I scared myself; I mean I even made my little sis breakfast.
Okay, maybe I let her have the rest of my breakfast that I made for me. Yea, that's what happened.
Anyway, it was still unusual. Fortunately for Kurt, I did not throw him in the dumpster. I had another plan. As I was walking through the hallways looking for Quinn, I saw Finn instead. I did a three sixty and ducked into Ms. Pillsbury's office. I instantly regretted that. Her and Mr. Shue were giving each other googly eyes. Apparently, they were in the middle of something serious.
Ms. Pillsbury blushed as Mr. Shue cleared his throat. They both turned to face me. Ms. Pillsbury not quite meeting my eyes.
"There he is. Where have you been? We've been worried about you." Mr. Shue said. He folded his arms as he took a seat on the edge of Ms. Pillsbury's desk.
"I was sick." I added.
"For 4 days Puck?" He looked concerned. I groaned inwardly.
"I went to talk to your football coach and he said he hasn't heard from you either. If you were sick Finn would've at least known about it?" Mr. Shue rambled. I rolled my eyes.
"No." I said lamely offering a fake cough.
He sighed.
"Did you go to the doctor? I mean, it's been 4 days."
"I'm fine." I screamed a little more aggressively then I meant to.
"I'm sorry. I have to get to class." And with that I bolted. I didn't give myself any time to see their reactions or anything like that. I didn't care. I only had one mission in mind. Win Q back. The nearby radio blasted 'Never wave my flag' by Mary Mary as I began to brainstorm.
….
(3 months later-December 17th)
Exhibit A:
Easy, flirt with Q.
(Flashback)
'So Q, I was looking through the book of numbers and I didn't find yours in there.' I said as I gave her my most charming Puckerman smirk. She turned around and slapped me. Hard.
"Maybe you found Santana's instead." She fumed.
(End flashback)
That was also the same week that Santana had 'sexted' me. I never did it back, but I guess Q found out somehow. With that in mind, I couldn't make her jealous. She already was, but I couldn't talk to her either. She was still mad at me. My best bet was to get close to her. I could only do that if I get her trust.
Exhibit B:
Spend time with Q
The more time we spent together, the more she'll be able to see that she should be with me.
I shut my book and hid it in my sock in my old marvel tin lunch box in the back of my closet. If I ever let anyone see it, I'd be screwed. Anyway, it's been three months since Q told me about the baby. I felt bad, because all she's been doing is throwing up and sweating. It's pretty obvious that she's pregnant. Coach Sue even kicked her off of the Cheerios. I sighed because every time I spoke to her about me being there for the baby, she'd cut me off and ask me if I wanted my life to change the way her body was changing. I always ended up wincing and rubbing the back of my neck, but in spite of, I never backed down.
It was always Finn coming out of nowhere or something weird where she'd tear up and clutch her books as she walked in the opposite direction. I rubbed my eyes and slouched on my bed. Part of me felt bad for betraying my best friend Finn, but part of me wish I could switch with him.
I mean, here I am, making all of the basketball shots, selling my videogames to give money towards Q's doctor appointments and reframing from throwing Kurt in the dumpster, and yet he gets Q's love and affection. He wins, and it only gets worse the more I try to compete because I know I can't.
I'm probably not going to go to a fancy school on a full football scholarship like Finn Hudson. Plus, her parents would never accept me into their family because I'm Jewish and they are Christians.
I sighed as I flopped on my back when the first set of snowflakes hit my window. I'm supposed to be going to a Christmas party later, but I'm not so sure I'm up to it anymore.
Bro, she fell for you before I thought to myself. Call me childish, but I had an idea that even scared me. 'Never wave my flag' all of a sudden inspired me again.
OHHHH, I'll keep holding on,
Seems like I should run away cuz life is hitting me in the face
Not today, not today