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Chapter 11 – A Beautiful Cloud
"This is humiliating," Puck stated as he stood in yet another outfit Mercedes and Tina had picked out for him.
"Boy, you look good," Mercedes informed him.
"I look ridiculous," Puck argued sneering down at the floral shirt they had put him in.
"Here, try this shirt on," Tina commanded handing over a blue shirt with a ruffled front.
"You can't be serious," Puck complained.
"Put it on," Tina told him and he didn't have the courage to deny her. "There we go, so handsome," she claimed. "Right Mercedes?"
"Praise," Mercedes said.
"No way," Puck scoffed. "You're just doing this to make fun of me."
The two girls looked to one another and giggled.
"Ok, ok, we were being mean," Mercedes acknowledged. "Get that ugly shirt off and then we'll find you some proper clothes."
"I have proper clothes," Puck said.
"Kurt does not approve of your wardrobe choices," Tina replied. "If you want to be his boyfriend you need to dress better to impress him. Mercedes and I are the only two people in Lima who will be able to help you with that."
"Whoa, back up, since when do I want to be Hummel's boyfriend?" Puck asked them.
"Oh please, you're totally hot for him," Mercedes answered.
"You practically came in your pants when you two sang that duet together," Tina added.
"Sure, I've noticed that Kurt's sort of hot recently," Puck acknowledged. "And I'd totally tap that ass given the chance. But that doesn't mean I want to be his boyfriend and it definitely doesn't mean I want you two chicks dragging me shopping and forcing me to buy new clothes."
"What did you just say?" Tina snarled at him.
"Ok, calm down, Vampire Babe," Puck placated holding his hands up in surrender. "Seriously, you're scarier than Kurt's dad. I'm almost afraid of you."
"Oh you should be afraid of me," Tina informed him. "You should be afraid of both of us," she grinned evilly. "We care about Kurt very much. We want to see him happy. So, Noah Puckerman, you should do all you can to make Kurt happy. Because if you don't, I'll be clawing off your penis and turning it into a wind-chime before I bite off your testicles and sell them to your grandmother as earrings."
"Um, Aretha Babe… help?" Puck pleaded.
"Listen up, White Boy," Mercedes said. "If you treat Kurt right and make him happy then we're all good and your manhood stays in tact. But if you mess with him, get him to let his guard down, trust you, fall for you and then you just use him up and spit him out… Tina and I will cut you. Understand?"
"Yeah, I understand," Puck nodded with a pout. "Chicks with super-powers are freaking insane."
"Here, try this on," Mercedes handed him a smart pair of trousers along with a matching waist coat and a silk shirt.
"New clothes aren't enough," Tina stated.
"Don't worry girl," Mercedes replied. "We're totally gonna be checking out scarves and hats too."
"No," Tina shook her head. "It's the hair."
"The mohawk?" Mercedes asked.
"It has to go," Tina announced decisively.
"Puck won't agree to that," Mercedes said.
"So we'll make him," Tina declared. "You freeze him and hold him down and I'll shave his head if we have to."
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The next morning, Puck leaned up against Kurt's locker to show off his new look.
"Hey Kurt," greeted Puck.
"Hi," Kurt replied looking him over. "Nice hat," he complimented.
"Glad you think so," Puck smiled lifting the hat off to reveal his shaven head. "But what about the rest of me?" he asked flirtatiously gesturing down the rest of his body.
"Um…" Kurt faltered. The outfit was stylish and tight in all the desirable places. Behind Puck, Kurt spied Tina and Mercedes making kissing faces and Santana miming giving a blow-job. "I have to… err…" Kurt searched for an excuse.
"Let me take you out for dinner tonight," Puck said. "That's what you have to do," he winked.
"Sorry, I'm washing my hair," Kurt excused in a nervous babble before hurrying off.
"Oh this is freaking beautiful," Santana exclaimed practically falling into Puck as she laughed at him. "You just got rejected. Damn, the look on your face," she laughed.
"Screw you, Lopez," Puck huffed.
"You're going to have to try better than that, Puckerman," Tina warned. "Remember, I want Kurt happy. Make him happy for me. You wouldn't want to see me upset now would you?"
"Hey, there, did you see that?" Puck asked pointing accusingly at Tina. "She was looking at my neck."
"Urgh, bored now," Tina commented. "I think I'll go play with the puppy," she decided before sweeping off in search of Mike. Locating him, she pulled him into an empty classroom, petted his hair for a while, then ripped open his shirt, scratched her nails down his abs and lapped up the tiny rivers of blood with her tongue.
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In the back corner of the library, Rachel sat at a table massaging her temples, Matt watching her with his expressionless face. Her head seemed to be constantly pounding. Sometimes it was so painful she felt like bursting into tears. But the library was never overly populated with students and their swarm of thoughts. The place was relatively quiet and she could at least try to get some of her homework assignments done.
"Here," Matt offered her a headache tablet but she shook her head to signal 'no'. "It'll help," Matt said simply.
"I don't want to become dependent on any form of medication," Rachel reasoned. "I just have to get used to the voices and the splitting headaches until I can figure out how to block it out or just make it all go away."
"Ok," Matt said before opening a book and making notes.
They sat in a companionable silence, independently writing their separate essays, the girl occasionally stopping to rub at her eyes and temples. Being sure to keep his mind clear and free of thought, Matt remained by her side.
"Can I ask you something?" Rachel questioned as she finished with her Math homework. Matt nodded. "Quinn is pregnant with your baby," Rachel said after checking around her that nobody was within earshot. "It's pretty much all she can think about. She's scared, ashamed. Everything she's been feeling over this, I've heard it. Her thoughts on the matter are so loud and powerful that it almost feels like they're my own thoughts. Most of the stuff I hear from people, it's just background noise, echoes. But with Quinn, it feels different, almost like I'm in her body feeling and experiencing every worrying thought. And then here you are, sitting beside me and… nothing. Your mind it completely turned off. Please don't think that I don't appreciate your company and the quietness of it, because I truly, honestly do. But I can't help but find it strange that I haven't once heard you give any kind of thought to the girl who is carrying your baby."
"So… what was the question?" Matt asked.
"Oh, um," Rachel stumbled a little realising that she hadn't actually voiced any kind of question. "I guess I was just wondering why you aren't as worried as she is. This is your baby too. Aren't you scared, excited, angry… anything?"
"My thoughts do not matter," Matt answered as he turned a page on his book, fixed his eyes to the paper before scratching some more words onto his notepad.
"Have the two of you talked about it?" Rachel asked.
"No," Matt said quietly.
"Do you think maybe you should?" Rachel pressed.
"Maybe," Matt answered in a monotone.
"Do you love her?" Rachel wondered out loud and Matt just pulled his eyes up to look at her. "Quinn," Rachel clarified in case the silent boy hadn't understood. "Do you love her?"
"No," Matt replied.
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"Hey," Finn called to Quinn cutting ahead of a few people to join his girlfriend in the lunch line. He ignored the complaints and leaned down to give Quinn a kiss on the lips but the blonde turned her head so that his lips only met her cheek. "My mum's working late tonight," Finn said. "Maybe you could come over and we could hang out and watch movies and stuff. It feels like forever since we hung out as just the two of us."
"I can't do tonight, I'm busy," Quinn excused as she picked out her lunch.
"Oh," Finn replied obviously put out. "How about tomorrow."
"Busy," Quinn told him.
"Ok, how about the day after tomorrow?" Finn asked her.
"I'm busy," Quinn answered with an impatient huff. "When I need you, Finn, I'll call you. Until then just leave me alone."
"Fine," Finn retorted. "Maybe I'll see if Rachel wants to hang out."
Quinn threw her tray of food at him before storming out of the cafeteria.
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"Quinn?" Rachel asked gently knocking on one of the toilet stall doors.
"Go away," Quinn called back through her sobs. Everything's falling apart. My life was so perfect, I had everything. People actually wanted to be me. Now everything's a mess and pretty soon I'll have nothing. Not my family, not my boyfriend, not my popularity, not my reputation, not my body.
"You'll still have your friends, Quinn," Rachel pointed out gently.
"My friends," Quinn sniggered derisively. "Who are my friends?"
"Everybody in Glee," Rachel told her.
"Oh please," Quinn let out a shallow laugh. "You all hate me."
"That's not true," Rachel insisted.
"Yes it is," Quinn retorted opening the door and stepping out in her Cheerio uniform with her hands on her hips and mascara tracks running down her face with her tears. "And why shouldn't you hate me?" Quinn asked with a one-shoulder shrug. "I've been awful to you. All of you. The only reason I even joined Glee Club was to keep an eye on you so you couldn't sink your man-hands into my boyfriend. I have never been nice to any of you and I've never given you reason to trust me. You hate me. You have always hated me. So has Tina and Mercedes and Kurt and Artie. I wouldn't say Mike and Puck were my friends. Matt may have slept with me, taken my virginity and gotten me pregnant, but even he doesn't really like me. Even my own boyfriend would rather hang out with losers like you. The only reason he hasn't left me for you already is because it would damage his reputation and popularity. As for Brittany and Santana," she laughed. "They're not really my friends either. Santana would stab me in the back without hesitation and Brittany's loyalty will always be to her." You hate me, just admit it.
"I don't hate you, Quinn," Rachel replied with her eyes down on the tiled floor and her arms crossed over her chest. "I've never hated you. I've only ever been envious of you. You seemed to have everything I ever wanted. Or at least everything I thought I wanted. You're beautiful and popular and you have Finn."
"For now," Quinn said. "Give it a little time and I won't be able to hide this pregnancy. Everyone will know and I'll be the fat pregnant girl everybody slut-shames and makes of fun of. I won't be beautiful. I won't be popular. And I won't have Finn. Take that away and there's absolutely nothing for you to be jealous of."
Quinn brushed past Rachel and moved to the sink. She observed her reflection in the mirror and got to work on wiping away the streaks of mascara down her face. Joining her at the sink, Rachel wetted a paper towel and tentatively stepped towards the pregnant Cheerio.
"Can I… let me help," Rachel said pressing the paper towel to the blonde's face to wipe away the evidence of tears.
"You still have no reason to be nice to me," Quinn pointed out. "Just because we're in Glee Club together doesn't mean you're under any obligation."
"I don't need a reason to be nice to you," Rachel replied.
"Give me one anyway," Quinn demanded.
"I could hear from your thoughts that you were crying alone in that toilet stall," Rachel said. "Even though I was on the other side of the school I could hear you worrying. And it didn't seem like anyone else was going to check on you. I could see them you know," she dabbed carefully at the corner of Quinn's eye. "More visions I think. I could see four different girls enter the bathroom before I got here. Three of them were Cheerio's. They could all hear you crying and they could tell it was you but not one of them stopped to find out what was wrong. For such a popular girl, you could really use some friends."
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After school, most of the Glee kids met up in the Choir Room.
"Hello fellow Glee Clubbers," Brittany greeted in an airy voice. "Welcome to our help the super-heroes session."
"What's with the candles?" Kurt asked.
"They're scented," Brittany answered with a smile as though that explained everything.
"Oh," Kurt replied. "Um, good," he smiled back at her encouragingly.
"Let us begin," Brittany instructed sitting down cross-legged on the carpet and indicating for the others to do the same. "Let us join hands," she said extending her own hands to Santana and Artie who were either side of her.
Artie was between Brittany and Rachel. Rachel was holding hands with Artie and Matt. Matt held hands with Rachel and Puck who was also holding hands with Kurt who was holding hands with Mercedes who was hand-in-hand with Santana who was next to Brittany.
"Close your eyes," Brittany advised and everybody silently obeyed. "Clear your minds. Be calm. Breathe in… and out. You are a cloud," she told them all. "A beautiful cloud. You are high in the sky. Birds are your friends. You fly with them. You fly because you are free. Keep breathing… in… and out. You are heading toward the sun. The sun is your friend. The sun is happiness. The sun is safety. The sun is acceptance. The sun is love. Calmly my beautiful cloud friends," she said. "Take your time. This is not a race. This is a journey. Enjoy it, cherish it, learn from it. Float gently towards the sun. Think of the things that make you happy. We shall all give an example my cloud friends," she encouraged. "My happiness is dancing," she squeezed Artie's hand to signal for him to speak next.
"My happiness is running," Artie smiled.
"Singing," Rachel said.
"Football," Matt answered.
"Guitar," Puck grinned.
"My dad," Kurt voiced.
"Church," Mercedes claimed.
"Brittany," Santana whispered reverently.
"Hold on to your happy thoughts, my clouds," Brittany said. "Breathe in… and out… in… and out. Keep moving towards the sun. Open your eyes when you have reached your destination."
Santana opened her eyes first, looking to the blonde girl beside her who had a serene smile on her face as she opened her eyes. Artie's eyes opened next. Then Mercedes and Puck. Then Matt. Then Kurt and Rachel together.
"Well done, my clouds," Brittany congratulated. "Please stand. It is now time for some dance therapy."
"But we're blowing out the candles first right?" Kurt checked and he and Rachel quickly blew all the candles out.
Brittany put on some music and showed them the moves she wanted them to perform. They dutifully copied her choreography before she encouraged them to create their own movements to express themselves.
"We will each provide some kind of step or movement," she explained. "Then we will put them together and that will create a snatch of choreography."
They did as she asked them before she insisted they pair up. Instantly, she held her hands out to Santana. Artie held out his hand to Rachel who happily took it with a smile. Kurt moved towards Mercedes but she pushed him towards Puck before stepping up to Matt.
"Trust your partner," Brittany said. "Feel the music. Do what feels natural."
"Hey," Puck grinned at Kurt as he writhed sensually against him.
"In what way is haphazardly humping my leg natural?" Kurt demanded to know.
"Well then show me how it should be done, Hummel," Puck challenged.
"Ha, like Lady Hummel could be sexy," Santana remarked.
"Santana that's bullying," Brittany admonished in a disappointed tone. "This room is our safe haven. I will not tolerate negative energy in here. Kurt," she turned to the boy as she continued to dance. "You are the most beautiful cloud of them all… apart from me of course because I'm so totally hot… and you are like way more unicorn than anyone I have ever met. Go ahead; show Puck how sexy you can be."
"You're wasting your time, Britt, he's too much of a prude," Santana said.
"Santana, you're darkening Kurt's cloud," Brittany complained. "Don't worry, Kurt, I'll help you," Brittany moved up behind Kurt and set her hands on his hips. "Trust me," she soothed. "Close your eyes. Relax; you're far too rigid for the beautiful fluidity of dance. Breathe in… and out," she advised. "In… and out. Feel the music, really feel it. Now move," with her hands on his hips she guided his movements. "Put your arms up around my neck," she told him and Kurt did as the blonde cheerleader asked. "Follow my movement. Be one with the music… one with the rhythm. That's good," she encouraged as the boy wiggled his hips in a way that was incredibly sexy. "Turn around," she instructed and Kurt turned to face her, his eyes opening. "Dance is passion," she told him. "It is a way to express ourselves with our bodies, to tell stories with our limbs. It can be romantic. Intimate. Powerful. Anything you desire it to be. Now my cloud, dance with Puck however you would desire."
He turned back to Puck, hesitating for just a few seconds before looking him in the eye and stepping as close to him as he could possibly be. He listened to the music and let the rhythm flood through his veins as he worked his body against Puck's.
"Do I even wanna know what those two boys are thinking?" Artie asked in amusement as he and Rachel waltzed together.
"Probably not," Rachel answered with a smile.
Artie smiled at her before twirling her around and then dipping her down low, laughing along with her as she let out a few happy giggles. Rachel, you're beautiful, Artie thought.
"You're beautiful too," Rachel responded and Artie gazed at her lips, thinking about kissing her, but Brittany declared it was time for them to stop before he could work up the nerve to try.
After the dance segment, Santana guided them all through a bit of simple Yoga. Seeing Rachel manipulate her body into the various moves had Artie's undivided attention, just as Kurt's flexibility had Puck positively salivating.
"Ok, great, I think this was a really good session," Santana claimed.
"It was fun and calming," Kurt agreed. "But I'm not sure it really helped us control our powers."
"Oh, didn't it?" Santana asked. "Because you didn't turn invisible once, Artie didn't electrocute anybody and Mercedes hasn't messed with the weather."
"And I don't have a headache," Rachel realised.
"This session is over, we'll see you next time, thanks for coming," Brittany beamed.
To Be Continued…
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