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Piece of Mind;; A Glee Fanfic [nine]
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don't stop believin
HOLD ONTO THAT FEELING...
Dark I Know Well
Last Night on Earth
BNO [Boy's Night Out]
Scottish Jewish Princess
Stand by You
And I Am Telling You
Almost Lover
HOLD ONTO THAT FEELING...
Dark I Know Well
Last Night on Earth
BNO [Boy's Night Out]
Scottish Jewish Princess
Stand by You
And I Am Telling You
Almost Lover
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that would soar a thousand feet high
TO SIR, WITH LOVE...
Author's Notes
Hey, this is my first Author's Note, and here's a heads up;;
There are going to be a few seriouos chapter, and some time skips.
If you feel the need to scream at me, do so. I love critism. So,
if you have any, tell me. Also, I really want Quinn to have a relationship.
So, girls, Mike or Matt?
Post below. If you really want to, say why.
[The Quinn thing isn't set in stone. So, it's jsut a thought]
I'd like to thank Miss Char, because she is aweshome. And
Brenna, for hooking me on the word Aweshome. and for Izzy,
who i always see, and for Marianne, who gave me the Pummel
(also known as Puckurt) idea. And for Courtney, who smiled
bigger than I did. This is all I have for now. Oh, and for
Amber, for reading it:)NOw, that's all I have for now! I'll
try to have a question (like Mike or Matt?) if I am stuck.
So, for now...
MIKE or MATT?
TO SIR, WITH LOVE...
Author's Notes
Hey, this is my first Author's Note, and here's a heads up;;
There are going to be a few seriouos chapter, and some time skips.
If you feel the need to scream at me, do so. I love critism. So,
if you have any, tell me. Also, I really want Quinn to have a relationship.
So, girls, Mike or Matt?
Post below. If you really want to, say why.
[The Quinn thing isn't set in stone. So, it's jsut a thought]
I'd like to thank Miss Char, because she is aweshome. And
Brenna, for hooking me on the word Aweshome. and for Izzy,
who i always see, and for Marianne, who gave me the Pummel
(also known as Puckurt) idea. And for Courtney, who smiled
bigger than I did. This is all I have for now. Oh, and for
Amber, for reading it:)NOw, that's all I have for now! I'll
try to have a question (like Mike or Matt?) if I am stuck.
So, for now...
MIKE or MATT?
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I WANT PUCK!!!! HE IS MINEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!! MINE I SAY!!!!!!!!!!!!
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hahaahaha!
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tis the truth
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wait...how can you be singing and making out at the same time?
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we sing inbetween the make out sessions
'word of my body!' hello;)
'word of my body!' hello;)
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lawl ok
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should i post the first chapter?
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yes, yes you should .
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“It’s beautiful.” Kurt whispered to Mercedes, his closest friend, other than Quinnie. Mercedes put his hand into hers, and let a tear shed, “Yeah, it is.” Finn, being the romantic he turned out to be, was proposing to his girlfriend, Rachel. They had been going out for about two years, and Rachel was less obnoxious, as Finn was more open. Kurt felt his heart break, just a little, but he clapped for them. Rachel let Finn slip on the small diamond ring, the one Kurt knew Rachel would love to wear, and they kissed, happily.
Kurt could feel the pain opening just a little, a little more than it should. He felt himself wanting Finn to be down on one knee, and for Finn to hold him tightly, as he was holding Rachel now. Mr. Shcue laughed, and clapped for them. “How is everyone doing this first day of senior year?” He asked, and everyone whooped and hollered with excitement. Puck, on the other hand, looked uncomfortable and a little scared. His hands were sweaty, and he felt his eyes glued to the ground.
“I fell like shit.” He thought to himself. Hot tears pricked behind his eyes, and a few slipped. Suddenly, his shoulders began to shake, and Puck was actually crying in front of everyone. He felt like an idiot, and a baby, and an ass for it too. Quinn ran down, and gave Puck a hug. “Puck, Puck, Puck! What’s wrong? Puck tell me. Please, I don’t want anything to hurt you.” Quinn and Puck’s relationship was one a brother and a sister have. Puck put his head into her shoulder, and didn’t say a word.
“No, Puck please…please don’t tell me it’s that. Is it? God, I hate that guy.” Quinn rubbed tiny circles into his back, and left the rest of the Glee Club to wonder what was going on. A tear went down Quinn’s face, and she stood up. Puck put his face into his hands, and cried even harder than before.
“Mr. Shcue, can I go use the restroom?” She asked, politely, “And can I bring Kurt and Mercedes with me? Along with Puck, since I need to ask them for something.” Quinn put her hand on her stomach, something Quinn only did when she was nervous. Mr. Shcue let them go, and got the rest of the Glee kids to talk about songs they’d like to do for their last Regional and National competition. Puck was guided out of the room, as a heated debate about doing their famous Journey mix for the National competition should be used.
“Quinn, you don’t have to do this, I swear I’m fine.” Puck wiped his last tear, and shook his head. But Quinn knew better than to take Puck’s word for it. Her bright blue eyes looked dark and intense in the lighting, something Kurt had grown accustomed to as her eyes were insanely light. Quinn was still resting her hand on her flat stomach. She took off Puck’s gray hoodie, and showed them the black eye, as well as the forming bruises on his face.
“What the hell?” Kurt gasped in shock. He touched the blooming bruises on Puck’s face, wishing they’d disappear with his light touch. They didn’t, but Puck winced at the touch. Kurt pulled back, instantly. “I’m sorry.” Kurt’s voice cracked. He was an emotional guy, something that everyone in Glee knew. He cried easily, especially when others around him started to cry.
“It’s, it’s fine.” Puck slipped his hoodie back on, ashamed of himself. The things that happened last night seemed, seemed too real to have even happened. Like someone was screwing with him. He wiped his face, at the angry tears that seemed to be slipping out of nowhere. He was mad at everyone for seeing him cry, and now he was mad because Kurt was tearing up. It just wasn’t fair to anyone for any of this to be happening. It just wasn’t.
Quinn patted Puck on the back, letting him cry. Mercedes noticed how Quinn automatically didn’t ask questions, but she kept her keen observation silent. It was only fair that Puck finally got to cry, when he needed to. Quinn whispered something in his ear, and made the motion for Kurt and Mercedes to follow him. Kurt put his arm around Mercedes, and they walked to the restroom.
Quinn took out her makeup bag, and began to apply some concealer, that wasn’t in her shade at all. It matched Puck’s skin tone, actually. Mercedes finally spoke up. “Hold up. Quinn how, long have you been doing Puck’s makeup?” She looked at both of them. Puck was frozen in place, and Quinn merely replied with a simple answer, not even bothering to look at Mercedes.
“Since junior year. It wasn’t as bad in sophomore.” She dabbed on some foundation. IN about ten minutes, the transformation was complete. Puck looked more like Puck. Even his bad-ass smirk was on his face, the one Mercedes knew Kurt loved even more than Finn’s adorable goofy grin.
“Let’s get back to Glee before anyone noticed Noah Puckerman’s new makeover.” Mercedes sarcastic remark added a fake cheery tone to the dark secret. Kurt laid his hand on Puck’s shoulder. It was his way of comforting him, the only thing he could think of doing. Puck shrugged it off, walking away. He left the door swinging, not waiting for Kurt. Kurt felt his cheeks blush, hardly. He was more mad than sad, at the abandonment that Puck had just given him.
Kurt shrugged it off, not thinking about it. Instead he rolled his shoulders back, but on a cold stare, and strutted out of the bathroom. He entered the Glee room, only to find it abandon. “Just my luck,” Kurt thought, as he got his designer bag, “For everyone to be conveniently gone.” He put the leather strap over his small shoulder, before heading out of the room. With a fluid motion, Kurt turned off the lights.
He was use to being abandoned. It wasn’t that he liked it, but the feeling of being alone wasn’t a feeling Kurt thought he’d like. Instead of feeling sorry for himself now, he’d wait for that feeling for home.
When no one else was around.
Kurt could feel the pain opening just a little, a little more than it should. He felt himself wanting Finn to be down on one knee, and for Finn to hold him tightly, as he was holding Rachel now. Mr. Shcue laughed, and clapped for them. “How is everyone doing this first day of senior year?” He asked, and everyone whooped and hollered with excitement. Puck, on the other hand, looked uncomfortable and a little scared. His hands were sweaty, and he felt his eyes glued to the ground.
“I fell like shit.” He thought to himself. Hot tears pricked behind his eyes, and a few slipped. Suddenly, his shoulders began to shake, and Puck was actually crying in front of everyone. He felt like an idiot, and a baby, and an ass for it too. Quinn ran down, and gave Puck a hug. “Puck, Puck, Puck! What’s wrong? Puck tell me. Please, I don’t want anything to hurt you.” Quinn and Puck’s relationship was one a brother and a sister have. Puck put his head into her shoulder, and didn’t say a word.
“No, Puck please…please don’t tell me it’s that. Is it? God, I hate that guy.” Quinn rubbed tiny circles into his back, and left the rest of the Glee Club to wonder what was going on. A tear went down Quinn’s face, and she stood up. Puck put his face into his hands, and cried even harder than before.
“Mr. Shcue, can I go use the restroom?” She asked, politely, “And can I bring Kurt and Mercedes with me? Along with Puck, since I need to ask them for something.” Quinn put her hand on her stomach, something Quinn only did when she was nervous. Mr. Shcue let them go, and got the rest of the Glee kids to talk about songs they’d like to do for their last Regional and National competition. Puck was guided out of the room, as a heated debate about doing their famous Journey mix for the National competition should be used.
“Quinn, you don’t have to do this, I swear I’m fine.” Puck wiped his last tear, and shook his head. But Quinn knew better than to take Puck’s word for it. Her bright blue eyes looked dark and intense in the lighting, something Kurt had grown accustomed to as her eyes were insanely light. Quinn was still resting her hand on her flat stomach. She took off Puck’s gray hoodie, and showed them the black eye, as well as the forming bruises on his face.
“What the hell?” Kurt gasped in shock. He touched the blooming bruises on Puck’s face, wishing they’d disappear with his light touch. They didn’t, but Puck winced at the touch. Kurt pulled back, instantly. “I’m sorry.” Kurt’s voice cracked. He was an emotional guy, something that everyone in Glee knew. He cried easily, especially when others around him started to cry.
“It’s, it’s fine.” Puck slipped his hoodie back on, ashamed of himself. The things that happened last night seemed, seemed too real to have even happened. Like someone was screwing with him. He wiped his face, at the angry tears that seemed to be slipping out of nowhere. He was mad at everyone for seeing him cry, and now he was mad because Kurt was tearing up. It just wasn’t fair to anyone for any of this to be happening. It just wasn’t.
Quinn patted Puck on the back, letting him cry. Mercedes noticed how Quinn automatically didn’t ask questions, but she kept her keen observation silent. It was only fair that Puck finally got to cry, when he needed to. Quinn whispered something in his ear, and made the motion for Kurt and Mercedes to follow him. Kurt put his arm around Mercedes, and they walked to the restroom.
Quinn took out her makeup bag, and began to apply some concealer, that wasn’t in her shade at all. It matched Puck’s skin tone, actually. Mercedes finally spoke up. “Hold up. Quinn how, long have you been doing Puck’s makeup?” She looked at both of them. Puck was frozen in place, and Quinn merely replied with a simple answer, not even bothering to look at Mercedes.
“Since junior year. It wasn’t as bad in sophomore.” She dabbed on some foundation. IN about ten minutes, the transformation was complete. Puck looked more like Puck. Even his bad-ass smirk was on his face, the one Mercedes knew Kurt loved even more than Finn’s adorable goofy grin.
“Let’s get back to Glee before anyone noticed Noah Puckerman’s new makeover.” Mercedes sarcastic remark added a fake cheery tone to the dark secret. Kurt laid his hand on Puck’s shoulder. It was his way of comforting him, the only thing he could think of doing. Puck shrugged it off, walking away. He left the door swinging, not waiting for Kurt. Kurt felt his cheeks blush, hardly. He was more mad than sad, at the abandonment that Puck had just given him.
Kurt shrugged it off, not thinking about it. Instead he rolled his shoulders back, but on a cold stare, and strutted out of the bathroom. He entered the Glee room, only to find it abandon. “Just my luck,” Kurt thought, as he got his designer bag, “For everyone to be conveniently gone.” He put the leather strap over his small shoulder, before heading out of the room. With a fluid motion, Kurt turned off the lights.
He was use to being abandoned. It wasn’t that he liked it, but the feeling of being alone wasn’t a feeling Kurt thought he’d like. Instead of feeling sorry for himself now, he’d wait for that feeling for home.
When no one else was around.
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missmadi, that was like, wowwwwww .
i'll say something else when my tummy isn't being super LOUD .
i'll say something else when my tummy isn't being super LOUD .
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bad wow, or good wow?
another chapter will be coming soon.
as well as an authors note.
another chapter will be coming soon.
as well as an authors note.
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Rachel grinned wildly at the small diamond that rested on her finger. She was blushing like mad, and relished in the thought of marriage, something she only dreamed about. Finn walked towards her, lightly touched her shoulder. Santana Lopez walked towards her, noticing the sweet gesture that only Rachel could appreciate, before opening her heart shaped lips, “Have you guys done it yet?”
“Done what?” Rachel’s big brown eyes widen, giving her an innocent look.
“Come of Mrs. Hudson, you know what I’m talking about.” Her confident smirk made Rachel feel less knowing, and suddenly her face was hot out of pure embarrassment. She hissed, “No, Santana, we haven’t. We are both virgins, that you very much.”
Santana openly laughed, “Little Mrs. Hudson, your seemingly perfect fiancée is great in bed, though, he does lack emotion,” She giggled at that, “He is super sexy without his shirt off. But, Finn doesn’t consider it having sex, because he didn’t enjoy it. Pretty ring, by the way.” And with that, Santana swiveled on her heel, and strutted off.
Rachel felt her insides burn, with rage and fury. It was just so wrong, on so many levels. She wanted to believe everything Finn told her, but something stopped her from believing it. Even though Rachel had told her fair share of lies, she’d never lie about her virginity. Well, except that one time to Finn, but that’s it.
The bell rang, and Rachel stormed off to Spanish, where she and Finn both were in. It was the perfect way to talk to him, without having to actually communicate. On her way, she saw Mercedes come out of the girl’s bathroom, with an ashen look on her face. Rachel merely ignored it, and headed onto class.
“Hola,” Mr. Shcue began one of his long conversations with half of the class. Rachel wished she was in French, as she already knew Spanish fluently. She already knew French fluently, but Rachel enjoyed the romance language more than Spanish. As Mr. Shcue made the motion to take out paper for notes, Rachel began to write something other than Spanish verbs.
Finn, did you sleep with Santana?
She slipped him the sheet of paper towards his large hands. With ease, he took her hand into his, and the paper was exchanged. Rachel looked at how his eye brows furrowed together, and how he wrote his answer down. The paper was soon back in her hands, as she read the almost unreadable handwriting.
Yes. But, I liked sleeping with you better.
Rachel slipped the piece of paper in her back pocket, and winked at Finn. They had kept the secret since last year. Neither Rachel, nor Finn, was a virgin. The less anyone knew, the better though. Each of the family’s parent’s would have been upset. But, no one had to know. Rachel made sure that she wouldn’t get pregnant, and since Finn was STD tested before they had sex, everything was fine.
Rachel paid attention to class now, satisfied with Finn’s answer. And when Finn wasn’t looking, she’d glance at him. Rachel loved every freckle on his perfect face. She was so in love, and she was so in love, it wasn’t funny. Not funny at all. Suddenly, Rachel knew what to sing to Finn, in honor of the ring that was now resting on her left hand.
The bell rang, and Rachel hurried to the Glee room. Because of their huge win at National competition last year, Mr. Figgins let the Glee kids spend their free period rehearsing, as well as getting to know each other better. Today, it was game day, and it was Mercedes turn to choose.
“Guys, before we start the game today, can I sing one thing?” Rachel didn’t even wait for an answer. Kurt groaned, but the two divas, other than Mercedes, were at an understanding now, after having to share a room at Nationals. “Can I get ‘Last Night on Earth’? You know my key.”
“I text a postcard sent to you
Did it go through?
Sending all my love to you
You are the moonlight of my life every night
Giving all my love to you
My beating heart belongs to you
I walked for miles til I found you
I'm here to honor you
If I lose everything in the fire
I'm sending all my love to you
With every breath that I am worth
Here on earth
I'm sending all my love to you
So if you dare to second guess
You can rest assured
That all my love's for you
My beating heart belongs to you
I walked for miles til I found you
I'm here to honor you
If i lose everything in the fire
I'm sending all my love to you
My beating heart belongs to you
I walked for miles til I found you
I'm here to honor you
If I lose everything in the fire
Did I ever make it through?”
Finn was blushing like mad after the song. But, all he did was wrap Rachel in a hug, when she walked by him. “I love you, and you know it.” He whispered in her ear. Rachel sat down in his lap, casually. Her head rested upon his shoulders, and she was comfortable. It was perfect, and she loved everything about him.
His beating heart was the only thing she could hear. Mercedes decided to have everyone sing part of a Green Day song, one of the Glee Club’s favorite artist, because of the Broadway musical, American Idiot. Puck decided to go up and sing which something he hasn’t done by choice normally. He grabbed Quinn’s arm, and then whispered in her ear. Giggling, she told the random piano player ‘Too Much Too Soon’.
They began to sing, no doubt a tribute to Babygate back in sophomore year. Everyone laughed at the faux anger that rushed through them, and everyone, including Quinn and Puck, started to double over, laughing when Quinn said, “Fuck you,” loudly. Puck, being the sarcastic guy he was, replied with a devilish smile, “Gladly.”
Rachel just snuggled into Finn, and smiled.
“Done what?” Rachel’s big brown eyes widen, giving her an innocent look.
“Come of Mrs. Hudson, you know what I’m talking about.” Her confident smirk made Rachel feel less knowing, and suddenly her face was hot out of pure embarrassment. She hissed, “No, Santana, we haven’t. We are both virgins, that you very much.”
Santana openly laughed, “Little Mrs. Hudson, your seemingly perfect fiancée is great in bed, though, he does lack emotion,” She giggled at that, “He is super sexy without his shirt off. But, Finn doesn’t consider it having sex, because he didn’t enjoy it. Pretty ring, by the way.” And with that, Santana swiveled on her heel, and strutted off.
Rachel felt her insides burn, with rage and fury. It was just so wrong, on so many levels. She wanted to believe everything Finn told her, but something stopped her from believing it. Even though Rachel had told her fair share of lies, she’d never lie about her virginity. Well, except that one time to Finn, but that’s it.
The bell rang, and Rachel stormed off to Spanish, where she and Finn both were in. It was the perfect way to talk to him, without having to actually communicate. On her way, she saw Mercedes come out of the girl’s bathroom, with an ashen look on her face. Rachel merely ignored it, and headed onto class.
“Hola,” Mr. Shcue began one of his long conversations with half of the class. Rachel wished she was in French, as she already knew Spanish fluently. She already knew French fluently, but Rachel enjoyed the romance language more than Spanish. As Mr. Shcue made the motion to take out paper for notes, Rachel began to write something other than Spanish verbs.
Finn, did you sleep with Santana?
She slipped him the sheet of paper towards his large hands. With ease, he took her hand into his, and the paper was exchanged. Rachel looked at how his eye brows furrowed together, and how he wrote his answer down. The paper was soon back in her hands, as she read the almost unreadable handwriting.
Yes. But, I liked sleeping with you better.
Rachel slipped the piece of paper in her back pocket, and winked at Finn. They had kept the secret since last year. Neither Rachel, nor Finn, was a virgin. The less anyone knew, the better though. Each of the family’s parent’s would have been upset. But, no one had to know. Rachel made sure that she wouldn’t get pregnant, and since Finn was STD tested before they had sex, everything was fine.
Rachel paid attention to class now, satisfied with Finn’s answer. And when Finn wasn’t looking, she’d glance at him. Rachel loved every freckle on his perfect face. She was so in love, and she was so in love, it wasn’t funny. Not funny at all. Suddenly, Rachel knew what to sing to Finn, in honor of the ring that was now resting on her left hand.
The bell rang, and Rachel hurried to the Glee room. Because of their huge win at National competition last year, Mr. Figgins let the Glee kids spend their free period rehearsing, as well as getting to know each other better. Today, it was game day, and it was Mercedes turn to choose.
“Guys, before we start the game today, can I sing one thing?” Rachel didn’t even wait for an answer. Kurt groaned, but the two divas, other than Mercedes, were at an understanding now, after having to share a room at Nationals. “Can I get ‘Last Night on Earth’? You know my key.”
“I text a postcard sent to you
Did it go through?
Sending all my love to you
You are the moonlight of my life every night
Giving all my love to you
My beating heart belongs to you
I walked for miles til I found you
I'm here to honor you
If I lose everything in the fire
I'm sending all my love to you
With every breath that I am worth
Here on earth
I'm sending all my love to you
So if you dare to second guess
You can rest assured
That all my love's for you
My beating heart belongs to you
I walked for miles til I found you
I'm here to honor you
If i lose everything in the fire
I'm sending all my love to you
My beating heart belongs to you
I walked for miles til I found you
I'm here to honor you
If I lose everything in the fire
Did I ever make it through?”
Finn was blushing like mad after the song. But, all he did was wrap Rachel in a hug, when she walked by him. “I love you, and you know it.” He whispered in her ear. Rachel sat down in his lap, casually. Her head rested upon his shoulders, and she was comfortable. It was perfect, and she loved everything about him.
His beating heart was the only thing she could hear. Mercedes decided to have everyone sing part of a Green Day song, one of the Glee Club’s favorite artist, because of the Broadway musical, American Idiot. Puck decided to go up and sing which something he hasn’t done by choice normally. He grabbed Quinn’s arm, and then whispered in her ear. Giggling, she told the random piano player ‘Too Much Too Soon’.
They began to sing, no doubt a tribute to Babygate back in sophomore year. Everyone laughed at the faux anger that rushed through them, and everyone, including Quinn and Puck, started to double over, laughing when Quinn said, “Fuck you,” loudly. Puck, being the sarcastic guy he was, replied with a devilish smile, “Gladly.”
Rachel just snuggled into Finn, and smiled.
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o:
piano player isn't brad ?
that was a good wow, missmadi .
and this is amazing .
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piano player isn't brad ?
that was a good wow, missmadi .
and this is amazing .
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[quote=madi of suburbia]laughing when Quinn said, “Fuck you,” loudly. Puck, being the sarcastic guy he was, replied with a devilish smile, “Gladly.”[/quote]
^LOVE THAT!
^LOVE THAT!
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what about Tina and Artie?
It's not going to be right without them in it.
It's not going to be right without them in it.
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Quinn rubbed Puck’s now fully covered Mohawk strip of hair on his head, laughing. They were going to lunch, and sitting with the Glee Club. Everyone finally didn’t hate the Glee Club anymore, other than Karofsky and his friends. And they only despised Kurt, so as long as Kurt didn’t go anywhere without anyone else, he was fine. Quinn rested her hand on her belly, and they walked to the cafeteria.
“Quick!” Artie shouted to Puck, and Quinn. Puck laughed at the goofy name that the Glee Club had given them. He loved it, no doubt about that, but it was more of a couple name than a friend name. Quinn grabbed Puck’s arm, and they ran over to Artie. Rachel was already sitting down, along with Finn. Kurt and Mercedes were in a big conversation, but Kurt looked kind of out of it. Artie turned his attention back to Tina. Brittany and Santana had to sit with the Cheerios today, because of tomorrow’s big assembly.
“Puck! Come sit by us today!” Matt motioned for him to come over. Puck kissed Quinn on the cheek, and swaggered over. “Sup my man?” He sat down, and Mike leaned in.
“Dude, Quinn is fine! Can I get her?” Mike laughed at how red Puck’s face got when he said that. Puck slapped him lightly, but Mike grabbed his arm and pretended to gasp in horrible pain.
“OH! I’m bruised! Save me!” He whined. Matt told him to suck it up, and be a man.
Puck lived for these moments. Sometimes, it was good to just be a guy.
“Quick!” Artie shouted to Puck, and Quinn. Puck laughed at the goofy name that the Glee Club had given them. He loved it, no doubt about that, but it was more of a couple name than a friend name. Quinn grabbed Puck’s arm, and they ran over to Artie. Rachel was already sitting down, along with Finn. Kurt and Mercedes were in a big conversation, but Kurt looked kind of out of it. Artie turned his attention back to Tina. Brittany and Santana had to sit with the Cheerios today, because of tomorrow’s big assembly.
“Puck! Come sit by us today!” Matt motioned for him to come over. Puck kissed Quinn on the cheek, and swaggered over. “Sup my man?” He sat down, and Mike leaned in.
“Dude, Quinn is fine! Can I get her?” Mike laughed at how red Puck’s face got when he said that. Puck slapped him lightly, but Mike grabbed his arm and pretended to gasp in horrible pain.
“OH! I’m bruised! Save me!” He whined. Matt told him to suck it up, and be a man.
Puck lived for these moments. Sometimes, it was good to just be a guy.
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Kurt made sure no one was home. Then he counted on his fingers how many times his sexuality had put him at risk, both mentally and physically.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen…
Fifteen sips, he thought to himself, so three bottles.
Kurt ran down to his Hope Chest, and then grabbed out two bottles of beer, and one bottle of whiskey. The whiskey was only for today, though, as Karofsky decided to punch Kurt hardly in the stomach. He knew it’d be severely bruised tomorrow, but Kurt put that behind him right now. He opened the bottle of beer, and downed it.
“Ten more sips.” He opened the other, and downed it to. The whiskey burned his throat, and Kurt felt himself getting drunk. With a low tolerance for alcohol, Kurt didn’t have to drink much to let everything go, and to not remember what happened that day. He felt his knees come from under him, and he grabbed another bottle. And another. And another bottle. Six drinks filled his stomach, and he felt the sloshing of beer in his belly.
Laughter was heard upstairs, and he suddenly was scared. But the sounds of jubilation were from Finn, his ex crush, and Puck, his new crush. The thought of being drunk in the room was overwhelming. God knows what would happen. Kurt could feel bile rise in his throat, and stupidly grabbed a bottle of whatever was in his hand to keep it down.
Of course, and that moment in time, they decided to come down, and find Kurt drinking his seventh bottle.
“Kurt! What the hell?” Finn ran over to the pale boy, whose blue-green eyes were glassy and foggy. Puck stood, awkwardly, where he was standing. He had a great view of the action though, so Puck wasn’t about to complain. Kurt tried to stand up, but failed miserably.
“Get away from me Finn.” He grumbled, angrily. Finn didn’t listen. Kurt was off his rocker, mad as hell. Puck never knew how many curse words Kurt knew till then. Finn seemed unfazed, and held Kurt, like an older brother would a younger one. Kurt suddenly began to sob, his whole body shaking.
Puck rushed over, finally. He sat down next to Finn, who was looking at him. The look clearly read, ‘Don’t-ask-I’ll-tell-you-later’. Puck knew better than to ask at that look. Kurt began to mumble something, about being a fag and how he was such a big disappointment to Finn, and his family. Finn let him shed a few more tears. Quietly, he asked Kurt why he drank so much.
“Karofsky…hurt…me…and…then…they-” Kurt’s voice broke off. Instead of talking, he simple lifted up his shirt, and both Finn and Puck looked at the already blooming bruises that decorated his flawless porcelain skin. Puck gently touched them, before flinching back. Kurt let his shirt go, and then clutched his stomach.
“Is he going to?” Puck asked. Finn shook his head, and started to rub Kurt’s hair.
“You’re going to be fine, Kurt. I’m going to get you some ginger ale. Talk to Puck about everything, okay? No more drinking for you. Drinking is bad, understand?” Kurt wasn’t looking at Finn. He was in his own little world, in his own little mind. Finn sighed, and got up. His footsteps echoed, and the door slammed shut.
“My Mom was killed because of me, you know. A drunk driver hit her. I was in the car; I was lucky. She was rushed to the hospital. I was eight. It was ten years ago. I don’t mind driving, but I never drive past eight at night. That’s when he hit her. I was singing a show tune from the musical ‘Annie’. It was ‘Tomorrow’. She told me it was beautiful. She told me that with a voice like that, I could go anywhere. And then, I sang to her till she left me. I sang ‘For Good’ to her. She mouthed the words. And then, she just went away. I didn’t know what to do. I just wanted her back.”
Puck sat, and let him talk. He talked about how she smelled, and how she’d hold her when there was thunder outside. Kurt sighed, looking away. He was in his own world, trying to remember ten years ago. Puck wished he could remember ten years ago. He barely remembered when he was ten, let alone eight.
“I hope she’d love me. I pray every day she’ll come. But, she never will.” Kurt laid down, his eyes closing ever so slightly. Puck looked over the small boy, and laid down with him. He didn’t know what he was doing, but everything felt so right.
“She would have loved you Kurt.” His lips touched Kurt’s, only for a slight second. Kurt smiled, and then whispered back.
“I have a feeling she would.” Kurt snuggled against Puck’s chiseled chest, and fell asleep.
Puck’s lips felt tingly, and he smiled at the steady breaths that came from the little boy’s mouth. Finn walked down, and laughed at the sight. Puck put on his badass smirk, and a horrified face for show. But on the inside, his stomach was doing flips.
“Did he hit on you?” Finn asked, taking a sip of Kurt’s ginger ale. Puck nodded, lying for a bit. He didn’t want his best friend to find out he was, well, Puck actually didn’t know who he was. All he knew was that he liked Quinn, and Kurt.
“Don’t worry. He does that to any male when he gets drunk. Well, just me. It’s only been this bad a few times.” Puck looked at Finn like he was insane.
“When the hockey team decides to get rough with Kurt, he normally has a beer. But, for some reason, it’s been getting worse, with Karofsky and Kurt. In a week it’s ‘Kick a Fag’ Day. And supposedly, they have a little something special planned for the only gay guy in Lima. I really hope it doesn’t get to bad.”
“Dude, that sucks.” Puck sighed. He wished it didn’t get that bad too.
But, for a very different reason.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen…
Fifteen sips, he thought to himself, so three bottles.
Kurt ran down to his Hope Chest, and then grabbed out two bottles of beer, and one bottle of whiskey. The whiskey was only for today, though, as Karofsky decided to punch Kurt hardly in the stomach. He knew it’d be severely bruised tomorrow, but Kurt put that behind him right now. He opened the bottle of beer, and downed it.
“Ten more sips.” He opened the other, and downed it to. The whiskey burned his throat, and Kurt felt himself getting drunk. With a low tolerance for alcohol, Kurt didn’t have to drink much to let everything go, and to not remember what happened that day. He felt his knees come from under him, and he grabbed another bottle. And another. And another bottle. Six drinks filled his stomach, and he felt the sloshing of beer in his belly.
Laughter was heard upstairs, and he suddenly was scared. But the sounds of jubilation were from Finn, his ex crush, and Puck, his new crush. The thought of being drunk in the room was overwhelming. God knows what would happen. Kurt could feel bile rise in his throat, and stupidly grabbed a bottle of whatever was in his hand to keep it down.
Of course, and that moment in time, they decided to come down, and find Kurt drinking his seventh bottle.
“Kurt! What the hell?” Finn ran over to the pale boy, whose blue-green eyes were glassy and foggy. Puck stood, awkwardly, where he was standing. He had a great view of the action though, so Puck wasn’t about to complain. Kurt tried to stand up, but failed miserably.
“Get away from me Finn.” He grumbled, angrily. Finn didn’t listen. Kurt was off his rocker, mad as hell. Puck never knew how many curse words Kurt knew till then. Finn seemed unfazed, and held Kurt, like an older brother would a younger one. Kurt suddenly began to sob, his whole body shaking.
Puck rushed over, finally. He sat down next to Finn, who was looking at him. The look clearly read, ‘Don’t-ask-I’ll-tell-you-later’. Puck knew better than to ask at that look. Kurt began to mumble something, about being a fag and how he was such a big disappointment to Finn, and his family. Finn let him shed a few more tears. Quietly, he asked Kurt why he drank so much.
“Karofsky…hurt…me…and…then…they-” Kurt’s voice broke off. Instead of talking, he simple lifted up his shirt, and both Finn and Puck looked at the already blooming bruises that decorated his flawless porcelain skin. Puck gently touched them, before flinching back. Kurt let his shirt go, and then clutched his stomach.
“Is he going to?” Puck asked. Finn shook his head, and started to rub Kurt’s hair.
“You’re going to be fine, Kurt. I’m going to get you some ginger ale. Talk to Puck about everything, okay? No more drinking for you. Drinking is bad, understand?” Kurt wasn’t looking at Finn. He was in his own little world, in his own little mind. Finn sighed, and got up. His footsteps echoed, and the door slammed shut.
“My Mom was killed because of me, you know. A drunk driver hit her. I was in the car; I was lucky. She was rushed to the hospital. I was eight. It was ten years ago. I don’t mind driving, but I never drive past eight at night. That’s when he hit her. I was singing a show tune from the musical ‘Annie’. It was ‘Tomorrow’. She told me it was beautiful. She told me that with a voice like that, I could go anywhere. And then, I sang to her till she left me. I sang ‘For Good’ to her. She mouthed the words. And then, she just went away. I didn’t know what to do. I just wanted her back.”
Puck sat, and let him talk. He talked about how she smelled, and how she’d hold her when there was thunder outside. Kurt sighed, looking away. He was in his own world, trying to remember ten years ago. Puck wished he could remember ten years ago. He barely remembered when he was ten, let alone eight.
“I hope she’d love me. I pray every day she’ll come. But, she never will.” Kurt laid down, his eyes closing ever so slightly. Puck looked over the small boy, and laid down with him. He didn’t know what he was doing, but everything felt so right.
“She would have loved you Kurt.” His lips touched Kurt’s, only for a slight second. Kurt smiled, and then whispered back.
“I have a feeling she would.” Kurt snuggled against Puck’s chiseled chest, and fell asleep.
Puck’s lips felt tingly, and he smiled at the steady breaths that came from the little boy’s mouth. Finn walked down, and laughed at the sight. Puck put on his badass smirk, and a horrified face for show. But on the inside, his stomach was doing flips.
“Did he hit on you?” Finn asked, taking a sip of Kurt’s ginger ale. Puck nodded, lying for a bit. He didn’t want his best friend to find out he was, well, Puck actually didn’t know who he was. All he knew was that he liked Quinn, and Kurt.
“Don’t worry. He does that to any male when he gets drunk. Well, just me. It’s only been this bad a few times.” Puck looked at Finn like he was insane.
“When the hockey team decides to get rough with Kurt, he normally has a beer. But, for some reason, it’s been getting worse, with Karofsky and Kurt. In a week it’s ‘Kick a Fag’ Day. And supposedly, they have a little something special planned for the only gay guy in Lima. I really hope it doesn’t get to bad.”
“Dude, that sucks.” Puck sighed. He wished it didn’t get that bad too.
But, for a very different reason.
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I've only read part of this so far but it's really good!(:
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“I love you so much.” Artie held Tina in his lap, his arms tight around her waist. Tina loved it when he was holding her like this, so warm and close. That’s all Tina wanted; someone warm and close to her. She got up, her hand in Artie’s for a second more than usual. Then, Tina sat across from him, in her won little wheelchair.
“I can’t believe you bought be one,” She eased into it, becoming comfortable, “It’s amazing Artie. I love sitting next to you in this. And people don’t care anymore!” They both laughed at that. Sophomore year, Mr. Shcue made the Glee kids go for three hours in a wheelchair. Tina had told Artie about her fake stutter, and the relationship fell through the cracks. But, luckily, Artie got over it and they had been somewhat dating since Sectionals of Junior year.
“I like you in it. You look perfect.” Artie smiled, rolling over to her. He held her hand, his thumb tracing her fingers lightly. Tina shuddered, out of the romantic touch. Artie stopped, and simple let her hand fall into his. In silence, they sat there.
Artie was glad he had Tina. Tina made him feel special, like he wasn’t someone in a wheelchair. Artie wasn’t going to propose to her though, but the thought of marriage did seem appealing. He decided to leave that to Rachel and Finn for now, as they had been the Glee Club’s most loving couple, sometimes. Instead, he slipped a simple silver band onto her finger, her index one.
“What the?” Tina looked at the new ring that fit around her finger perfectly. Artie blushed.
“It’s a promise ring. I promise that I will never leave you.” He grinned, goofily. Tina blushed at him, thinking for a second.
“Why did you buy me one?” She asked, her fingers moving around the wheel of the chair. Artie blushed, smiling a bit.
“When you were in the…” His voice trailed off, “But, you were fine, so I didn’t know why I bought it, but I did.” Tina grinned, and rolled closer to him, before kissing him.
“I love you, you know that?” She giggled.
“Yeah, I kinda do.” Artie laughed, and they kissed again.
“I can’t believe you bought be one,” She eased into it, becoming comfortable, “It’s amazing Artie. I love sitting next to you in this. And people don’t care anymore!” They both laughed at that. Sophomore year, Mr. Shcue made the Glee kids go for three hours in a wheelchair. Tina had told Artie about her fake stutter, and the relationship fell through the cracks. But, luckily, Artie got over it and they had been somewhat dating since Sectionals of Junior year.
“I like you in it. You look perfect.” Artie smiled, rolling over to her. He held her hand, his thumb tracing her fingers lightly. Tina shuddered, out of the romantic touch. Artie stopped, and simple let her hand fall into his. In silence, they sat there.
Artie was glad he had Tina. Tina made him feel special, like he wasn’t someone in a wheelchair. Artie wasn’t going to propose to her though, but the thought of marriage did seem appealing. He decided to leave that to Rachel and Finn for now, as they had been the Glee Club’s most loving couple, sometimes. Instead, he slipped a simple silver band onto her finger, her index one.
“What the?” Tina looked at the new ring that fit around her finger perfectly. Artie blushed.
“It’s a promise ring. I promise that I will never leave you.” He grinned, goofily. Tina blushed at him, thinking for a second.
“Why did you buy me one?” She asked, her fingers moving around the wheel of the chair. Artie blushed, smiling a bit.
“When you were in the…” His voice trailed off, “But, you were fine, so I didn’t know why I bought it, but I did.” Tina grinned, and rolled closer to him, before kissing him.
“I love you, you know that?” She giggled.
“Yeah, I kinda do.” Artie laughed, and they kissed again.
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“Okay guys, now that you guys are all settled in for the second day of school,” Everyone laughed at Mr. Shcue, “It’s time for the Senior Year challenge one!” He wrote on the famous white board, which soon had the words ‘Last Year’ written on them. No one was ready for the pain that came to them at those words. Everyone, even the guys, could feel themselves tearing up. It was so sudden, that this was their senior year was the last chance to say, or sing, all the words that needed to be shown to the world.
“So, I want you to look into your past, and find the song that reminds you of first year. And one that is you now. Your favorite song, but one that is you. And you only. Anyone have something in mind?”
Mercedes raised her hand, confidently. She knew exactly what to sing. It was the song that she knew was her, sophomore year. Now Mercedes was a diva. Sophomore days, she was making her mark, the ones she had already made.
“I’m not telling you,” Mercedes told Brad, and he started to play. Mercedes waited for the cue.
“And I am telling you
I'm not going.
You're the best man I'll ever know.
There's no way I can ever go,
No, no, no, no way,
No, no, no, no way I'm livin' without you.
I'm not livin' without you.
I don't want to be free.
I'm stayin',
I'm stayin',
And you, and you, you're gonna love me.
Ooh, you're gonna love me.
And I am telling you
I'm not going,
Even though the rough times are showing.
There's just no way,
There's no way.
We're part of the same place.
We're part of the same time.
We both share the same blood.
We both have the same mind.
And time and time we have so much to share,
No, no, no,
No, no, no,
I'm not wakin' up tomorrow mornin'
And findin' that there's nobody there.
Darling, there's no way,
No, no, no, no way I'm livin' without you.
I'm not livin' without you.
You see, there's just no way,
There's no way.
Tear down the mountains,
Yell, scream and shout.
You can say what you want,
I'm not walkin' out.
Stop all the rivers,
Push, strike, and kill.
I'm not gonna leave you,
There's no way I will.
And I am telling you
I'm not going.
You're the best man I'll ever know.
There's no way I can ever, ever go,
No, no, no, no way,
No, no, no, no way I'm livin' without you.
Oh, I'm not livin' without you,
I'm not livin' without you.
I don't wanna be free.
I'm stayin',
I'm stayin',
And you, and you,
You're gonna love me.
Oh, hey, you're gonna love me,
Yes, ah, ooh, ooh, love me,
Ooh, ooh, ooh, love me,
Love me,
Love me,
Love me,
Love me.
You're gonna love me.”
Rachel clapped the loudest, and cheered for her. Mercedes ran up to Rachel, out of everyone to go to, and hugged her. The past was put behind them, and Mercedes could feel tears falling freely down her face. Rachel started to laugh and cry. They pulled back, and smiled brightly at one another.
“I’m sorry for being such a diva back then,” Rachel chuckled, “Can you ever forgive me?” Mercedes laughed, more tears falling down, “Of course, Rach, we all owe you one.”
Rachel blushed at the nickname. They hugged again, and Mr. Shcue even had a few tears in his eyes. The bell rang, signaling free period was over, and they made plans for today’s rehearsal after school. Mercedes walked with Rachel to her class, and Finn pulled Puck aside.
“What up man? Got the hots for someone else?” Puck laughed, trying to get the scowl of his face. The corner of his mouth did even lift up, just planted there.
“Why the fuck are you liking my brother, Puck?” Puck blushed, shaking his head. Finn glared, making it clear he was right. Puck sighed, “Dude, I have no idea why I do. But I think girls are smoking, and guys are dazzling. Well, just a few, but you aren’t one of them.”
“Don’t fuck around with him, Puck. He’s more delicate than you think. Karofsky is making notion to hurt him, badly. And if you get in the mix, well, I hope you get out of it fast. Pull any shit on him, and I promise that pretty face of yours will be screwed up.” Finn slammed Puck into the locker, before storming off.
“Oh shit.” Puck was a little dazed by the angry display. But, he put the smirk back on, and made sure to not look at Kurt’s hot butt for the day.
“So, I want you to look into your past, and find the song that reminds you of first year. And one that is you now. Your favorite song, but one that is you. And you only. Anyone have something in mind?”
Mercedes raised her hand, confidently. She knew exactly what to sing. It was the song that she knew was her, sophomore year. Now Mercedes was a diva. Sophomore days, she was making her mark, the ones she had already made.
“I’m not telling you,” Mercedes told Brad, and he started to play. Mercedes waited for the cue.
“And I am telling you
I'm not going.
You're the best man I'll ever know.
There's no way I can ever go,
No, no, no, no way,
No, no, no, no way I'm livin' without you.
I'm not livin' without you.
I don't want to be free.
I'm stayin',
I'm stayin',
And you, and you, you're gonna love me.
Ooh, you're gonna love me.
And I am telling you
I'm not going,
Even though the rough times are showing.
There's just no way,
There's no way.
We're part of the same place.
We're part of the same time.
We both share the same blood.
We both have the same mind.
And time and time we have so much to share,
No, no, no,
No, no, no,
I'm not wakin' up tomorrow mornin'
And findin' that there's nobody there.
Darling, there's no way,
No, no, no, no way I'm livin' without you.
I'm not livin' without you.
You see, there's just no way,
There's no way.
Tear down the mountains,
Yell, scream and shout.
You can say what you want,
I'm not walkin' out.
Stop all the rivers,
Push, strike, and kill.
I'm not gonna leave you,
There's no way I will.
And I am telling you
I'm not going.
You're the best man I'll ever know.
There's no way I can ever, ever go,
No, no, no, no way,
No, no, no, no way I'm livin' without you.
Oh, I'm not livin' without you,
I'm not livin' without you.
I don't wanna be free.
I'm stayin',
I'm stayin',
And you, and you,
You're gonna love me.
Oh, hey, you're gonna love me,
Yes, ah, ooh, ooh, love me,
Ooh, ooh, ooh, love me,
Love me,
Love me,
Love me,
Love me.
You're gonna love me.”
Rachel clapped the loudest, and cheered for her. Mercedes ran up to Rachel, out of everyone to go to, and hugged her. The past was put behind them, and Mercedes could feel tears falling freely down her face. Rachel started to laugh and cry. They pulled back, and smiled brightly at one another.
“I’m sorry for being such a diva back then,” Rachel chuckled, “Can you ever forgive me?” Mercedes laughed, more tears falling down, “Of course, Rach, we all owe you one.”
Rachel blushed at the nickname. They hugged again, and Mr. Shcue even had a few tears in his eyes. The bell rang, signaling free period was over, and they made plans for today’s rehearsal after school. Mercedes walked with Rachel to her class, and Finn pulled Puck aside.
“What up man? Got the hots for someone else?” Puck laughed, trying to get the scowl of his face. The corner of his mouth did even lift up, just planted there.
“Why the fuck are you liking my brother, Puck?” Puck blushed, shaking his head. Finn glared, making it clear he was right. Puck sighed, “Dude, I have no idea why I do. But I think girls are smoking, and guys are dazzling. Well, just a few, but you aren’t one of them.”
“Don’t fuck around with him, Puck. He’s more delicate than you think. Karofsky is making notion to hurt him, badly. And if you get in the mix, well, I hope you get out of it fast. Pull any shit on him, and I promise that pretty face of yours will be screwed up.” Finn slammed Puck into the locker, before storming off.
“Oh shit.” Puck was a little dazed by the angry display. But, he put the smirk back on, and made sure to not look at Kurt’s hot butt for the day.
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“Britt! Come here now!” Santana waved over her bubbly blonde friend. Brittany ran over, before they hugged each other tightly. “Glee practice yesterday was so boring!” It was the third day in school, and Santana already had an ass load of homework. Although Santana wouldn’t admit it, she was a really awesome student. All A’s and in AP Classes, so her record was off the charts. Plus, being in Cheerios and Glee Club, made it easy to get into any collage. But, Santana didn’t know what she wanted to be.
“B, what are you doing after high school?” Santana asked, curious. Brittany wasn’t the brightest light bulb, but she was always honest. She smiled, and said happily, “A dancer. I’m auditioning for Julliard next week. Coach Sylvester says I’m a shoo in. And if not, then I’m helping Coach Sylvester with Cheerios, and getting paid to do it.”
“What do you think I should do?”
“You should be a Cheerios Coach. You’re a great cheerleader, and you’re a bitch, so you don’t take any crap from anyone. Let’s go eat, S.” They linked pinkies, and headed over to the cafeteria. Today, they’d be sitting with the Gleeks, as everyone referred to them sometimes.
“Santana! Britt! C’mon girls!” Matt called them over. Their trays clanked down, together, and then Santana sat down, flirting with Matt. Brittany drank her water, watching everything.
They talked about how weird the assignment from Schuster was. “Like, really? I mean, I don’t sing in front of people, mostly. I was a bitch, and I still am a bitch.” Santana sipped her water, and then Matt laughed at her, before kissing Santana.
“Ooh! Santana and Matt!” Brittany giggled.
“Shuddup Britt!” Santana laughed when they pulled away.
I hate myself for the shortness. I’m sorry, as I am writing to get to a huge thing. there’s a big time skip next chapter, for the next week of school. it’s going to be on Monday of the second week in. heads up. okay, hope everyone enjoys! rawr, I don’t own glee. and the next chapter is very serious, and slightly long. I’ve been meaning to write it out for a while.
“B, what are you doing after high school?” Santana asked, curious. Brittany wasn’t the brightest light bulb, but she was always honest. She smiled, and said happily, “A dancer. I’m auditioning for Julliard next week. Coach Sylvester says I’m a shoo in. And if not, then I’m helping Coach Sylvester with Cheerios, and getting paid to do it.”
“What do you think I should do?”
“You should be a Cheerios Coach. You’re a great cheerleader, and you’re a bitch, so you don’t take any crap from anyone. Let’s go eat, S.” They linked pinkies, and headed over to the cafeteria. Today, they’d be sitting with the Gleeks, as everyone referred to them sometimes.
“Santana! Britt! C’mon girls!” Matt called them over. Their trays clanked down, together, and then Santana sat down, flirting with Matt. Brittany drank her water, watching everything.
They talked about how weird the assignment from Schuster was. “Like, really? I mean, I don’t sing in front of people, mostly. I was a bitch, and I still am a bitch.” Santana sipped her water, and then Matt laughed at her, before kissing Santana.
“Ooh! Santana and Matt!” Brittany giggled.
“Shuddup Britt!” Santana laughed when they pulled away.
I hate myself for the shortness. I’m sorry, as I am writing to get to a huge thing. there’s a big time skip next chapter, for the next week of school. it’s going to be on Monday of the second week in. heads up. okay, hope everyone enjoys! rawr, I don’t own glee. and the next chapter is very serious, and slightly long. I’ve been meaning to write it out for a while.
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Re: Piece of Mind;; A Glee Fanfic [nine]
Kurt looked at himself in the mirror, feeling his self esteem drop to the floor, and below it, and below hell. He started to scream at himself. He cussed at the mirror, critiquing his everything. His body, his hair, his smile, his singing voice.
“You little FAG! YOU’RE SUCH A GAY FREAK! WHY is it this happens to you, Kurt? Why are you alone in this world, and no one can understand, and you get the scar? HE FUCKING SCARRED YOU, AND YOU DON’T DO ANYTHING! HOMO!” Kurt lifted his shirt, to see the word ‘FAG’ lightly itched into his pale skin. Karofsky couldn’t wait till ‘Kick a Fag’ day to hurt him. His devilish smirk made Kurt shudder with fear.
“I HATE YOU!” He grabbed the lamp that was beside his nightstand, and then threw it at the mirror. He went to his Tiara Chest, and smashed every singly rhinestone memory, and then he fell onto the bed, crying. He hadn’t drunken a single beer in a week, and he sighed, wanting to. Kurt heard laughter from upstairs, as Puck was spending the night. Kurt stayed still, hoping they wouldn’t come downstairs.
Luckily, they didn’t.
Kurt stayed still the whole night, not coming up for dinner. Finn came down, but Kurt pretended to be asleep when he did. “Kurt, you okay?” Kurt could practically feel the worried tone in Finn’s raspy voice seep into his thoughts and bones.
“Kurt, are you okay?”
“Kurt, are you okay?”
But Kurt remained in that same position, for over what felt like a thousand hours. By seven in the morning, Kurt couldn’t take it. There were at least ten bottles left, some of whiskey, others of beer. Kurt let the burning sensation take over every part of his body, his throat on fire. Kurt made sure that he was wearing something decent before he got drunk, downing ten drinks in ten minutes. The pain was gone, and Kurt went upstairs.
“Finally, Kurt, how long did it take for you to get ready?” Puck teased him, slightly. Finn glared, but Kurt seemed out of it. Finn wondered how he felt, seeing as he didn’t leave his room yesterday, and wasn’t responding very well. After about ten minutes of silence, Kurt’s breathing became slower, and he was clutching his stomach oddly. Kurt got up from the table, and ran downstairs. Finn followed him, quickly.
“Kurt, what’s wrong with you?” But Kurt didn’t respond, and kept on running down. Finally, he heard the sound of Kurt throwing up, and they sounded terrible.
Finn practically screamed for Puck to come. Puck bolted from his seat, and ran as fast as he could. When going downstairs, he saw the mess that Kurt made. Rhinestones scattered the floor, little flecks of sparkles underneath his feet. His lamp, and mirror, was broken, and Kurt had empty bottles laying everywhere. He never knew how pained the little soprano was, and it killed Puck to think he could have been behind this.
He walked into the bathroom, seeing Finn rub little circles on Kurt’s back. Finn’s face was scrunched and red, a sign that Puck knew meant he was going to cry. Puck decided to take over from there.
“Man, call ‘Cedes or Quinnie. They’d be the most helpful. But, when you gotta tell someone the shit, tell Santana.” Puck handed Finn his old Nokia phone. Finn flipped it open, and started to talk into it.
“Hello? Cedes? We were just about to call you- wait, we had a test today in first? Wait, no, wait, and don’t get me distracted. Okay, we have no idea what’s wrong with Kurt. He’s not breathing correctly, like it’s lagged behind or something, like really slow, and he’s vomiting, a lot. Does he have the flu? No, I don’t think so.” Finn could hear Puck semi-laughing at Finn’s stupidity. Finn knew he had to tell Mercedes, but he didn’t want her to get worried.
“Hey, just text everyone to go to the Glee Room for a very important meeting. Then, put me on speaker, okay? Yeah, okay. And stop calling my white boy. Bye.”
Mercedes knew something was wrong. Kurt never missed a day of school in his life. Ever. So, she texted everyone, hastily.
finn isn’t here, and needs 2 tell us something. go 2 the glee room AYSAP! trust me, it’s either really bad, or really good. but, I really think it’s the latter. okay, NOW GO THERE NOW!
Quinn looked down at her buzzing phone. Mercedes texted her. After reading the message, she decided it was worth skipping Spanish for. Luckily, it was a study day, so Schuster shouldn’t have anything against it.
“Hey, I need to go work on Glee. You know I know Espanol like the back of my hand.” Quinn waved goodbye, and saw that everyone was there, other than Finn, Puck, and Kurt.
“Okay, I’m calling them..” Mercedes dialed the phone, and they heard Finn’s voice on the other end.
“Kurt, are you okay?” The boy’s skin was looking more blue than white by this point, and he was getting colder. Puck was worried, worried sick. This wasn’t natural, and he didn’t know what to do. Kurt had been puking for the last fifteen minutes, and his breathing would stop all together for five seconds sometimes.
Puck heard his phone ring, and Finn practically dove for it. Once he flipped it open, he put it on speaker phone, knowing that Kurt and Puck would want to hear everything.
“Hey, it’s me and the gang. Tell us now.”
“Okay, so Kurt has, like, this thing where if he’s gotten enough shit that he drinks a beer or something. I really didn’t find out about it till I moved in with Mom and Burt, but, um, he drank like ten bottles this morning. It must have been in a short period of time, because in less than twenty minutes he was sick. And I’m trying not to freak out, but, wait-PUCK! HOW’S HIS BREATHING?”
Puck grabbed a wet cloth and pressed it on Kurt’s forehead. “Not good. He’s barely breathing, and it’s getting slower. He’s bluer than he was like five minutes ago too. Is anyone good at health or something in the Glee Club?”
Quinn piped up at the sound of health. Although it’s not something she’d want everyone to know, without thinking, Quinn snatched the phone and handed it to Santana.
“Santana, you’re good at stuff like this. Take it off speaker, and listen to the symptoms. I swear, I won’t tell anyone.” Even though Santana flipped Quinn off, she did as she was told. Her mouth dropped a little, and the worry lines Santana refused existed on her face appeared.
“I’ll tell everyone the shit. Make sure he doesn’t go to sleep. Call nine-one-one. I’ll be over there ASAP. Oh, and but Puck on the phone…Yeah…yeah…are you still my fuck buddy? No? Why…OH! I thought so. Finn knows? Cool. Aight. See ya soon!” She pressed end, and tossed the phone to Mercedes.
“Okay, bitches, whose ready to ditch school?” Everyone grabbed their car keys, and headed to the Hummel-Hudson residence.
Finn called nine-one-one, and Kurt was trying to convince Noah to let him sleep. He wanted Noah to let him sleep, he was so tired and sick. It hurt to breath. Suddenly, a bunch of people were taking him away.
He wanted to stay, and slowly, he fell asleep.
“You little FAG! YOU’RE SUCH A GAY FREAK! WHY is it this happens to you, Kurt? Why are you alone in this world, and no one can understand, and you get the scar? HE FUCKING SCARRED YOU, AND YOU DON’T DO ANYTHING! HOMO!” Kurt lifted his shirt, to see the word ‘FAG’ lightly itched into his pale skin. Karofsky couldn’t wait till ‘Kick a Fag’ day to hurt him. His devilish smirk made Kurt shudder with fear.
“I HATE YOU!” He grabbed the lamp that was beside his nightstand, and then threw it at the mirror. He went to his Tiara Chest, and smashed every singly rhinestone memory, and then he fell onto the bed, crying. He hadn’t drunken a single beer in a week, and he sighed, wanting to. Kurt heard laughter from upstairs, as Puck was spending the night. Kurt stayed still, hoping they wouldn’t come downstairs.
Luckily, they didn’t.
Kurt stayed still the whole night, not coming up for dinner. Finn came down, but Kurt pretended to be asleep when he did. “Kurt, you okay?” Kurt could practically feel the worried tone in Finn’s raspy voice seep into his thoughts and bones.
“Kurt, are you okay?”
“Kurt, are you okay?”
But Kurt remained in that same position, for over what felt like a thousand hours. By seven in the morning, Kurt couldn’t take it. There were at least ten bottles left, some of whiskey, others of beer. Kurt let the burning sensation take over every part of his body, his throat on fire. Kurt made sure that he was wearing something decent before he got drunk, downing ten drinks in ten minutes. The pain was gone, and Kurt went upstairs.
“Finally, Kurt, how long did it take for you to get ready?” Puck teased him, slightly. Finn glared, but Kurt seemed out of it. Finn wondered how he felt, seeing as he didn’t leave his room yesterday, and wasn’t responding very well. After about ten minutes of silence, Kurt’s breathing became slower, and he was clutching his stomach oddly. Kurt got up from the table, and ran downstairs. Finn followed him, quickly.
“Kurt, what’s wrong with you?” But Kurt didn’t respond, and kept on running down. Finally, he heard the sound of Kurt throwing up, and they sounded terrible.
Finn practically screamed for Puck to come. Puck bolted from his seat, and ran as fast as he could. When going downstairs, he saw the mess that Kurt made. Rhinestones scattered the floor, little flecks of sparkles underneath his feet. His lamp, and mirror, was broken, and Kurt had empty bottles laying everywhere. He never knew how pained the little soprano was, and it killed Puck to think he could have been behind this.
He walked into the bathroom, seeing Finn rub little circles on Kurt’s back. Finn’s face was scrunched and red, a sign that Puck knew meant he was going to cry. Puck decided to take over from there.
“Man, call ‘Cedes or Quinnie. They’d be the most helpful. But, when you gotta tell someone the shit, tell Santana.” Puck handed Finn his old Nokia phone. Finn flipped it open, and started to talk into it.
“Hello? Cedes? We were just about to call you- wait, we had a test today in first? Wait, no, wait, and don’t get me distracted. Okay, we have no idea what’s wrong with Kurt. He’s not breathing correctly, like it’s lagged behind or something, like really slow, and he’s vomiting, a lot. Does he have the flu? No, I don’t think so.” Finn could hear Puck semi-laughing at Finn’s stupidity. Finn knew he had to tell Mercedes, but he didn’t want her to get worried.
“Hey, just text everyone to go to the Glee Room for a very important meeting. Then, put me on speaker, okay? Yeah, okay. And stop calling my white boy. Bye.”
Mercedes knew something was wrong. Kurt never missed a day of school in his life. Ever. So, she texted everyone, hastily.
finn isn’t here, and needs 2 tell us something. go 2 the glee room AYSAP! trust me, it’s either really bad, or really good. but, I really think it’s the latter. okay, NOW GO THERE NOW!
Quinn looked down at her buzzing phone. Mercedes texted her. After reading the message, she decided it was worth skipping Spanish for. Luckily, it was a study day, so Schuster shouldn’t have anything against it.
“Hey, I need to go work on Glee. You know I know Espanol like the back of my hand.” Quinn waved goodbye, and saw that everyone was there, other than Finn, Puck, and Kurt.
“Okay, I’m calling them..” Mercedes dialed the phone, and they heard Finn’s voice on the other end.
“Kurt, are you okay?” The boy’s skin was looking more blue than white by this point, and he was getting colder. Puck was worried, worried sick. This wasn’t natural, and he didn’t know what to do. Kurt had been puking for the last fifteen minutes, and his breathing would stop all together for five seconds sometimes.
Puck heard his phone ring, and Finn practically dove for it. Once he flipped it open, he put it on speaker phone, knowing that Kurt and Puck would want to hear everything.
“Hey, it’s me and the gang. Tell us now.”
“Okay, so Kurt has, like, this thing where if he’s gotten enough shit that he drinks a beer or something. I really didn’t find out about it till I moved in with Mom and Burt, but, um, he drank like ten bottles this morning. It must have been in a short period of time, because in less than twenty minutes he was sick. And I’m trying not to freak out, but, wait-PUCK! HOW’S HIS BREATHING?”
Puck grabbed a wet cloth and pressed it on Kurt’s forehead. “Not good. He’s barely breathing, and it’s getting slower. He’s bluer than he was like five minutes ago too. Is anyone good at health or something in the Glee Club?”
Quinn piped up at the sound of health. Although it’s not something she’d want everyone to know, without thinking, Quinn snatched the phone and handed it to Santana.
“Santana, you’re good at stuff like this. Take it off speaker, and listen to the symptoms. I swear, I won’t tell anyone.” Even though Santana flipped Quinn off, she did as she was told. Her mouth dropped a little, and the worry lines Santana refused existed on her face appeared.
“I’ll tell everyone the shit. Make sure he doesn’t go to sleep. Call nine-one-one. I’ll be over there ASAP. Oh, and but Puck on the phone…Yeah…yeah…are you still my fuck buddy? No? Why…OH! I thought so. Finn knows? Cool. Aight. See ya soon!” She pressed end, and tossed the phone to Mercedes.
“Okay, bitches, whose ready to ditch school?” Everyone grabbed their car keys, and headed to the Hummel-Hudson residence.
Finn called nine-one-one, and Kurt was trying to convince Noah to let him sleep. He wanted Noah to let him sleep, he was so tired and sick. It hurt to breath. Suddenly, a bunch of people were taking him away.
He wanted to stay, and slowly, he fell asleep.