Always and Forever - Book 2

Grilled Cheesus

Before Mr. Schue could even begin this week's lesson, Finn suddenly raised his hand, capturing everyone's attention.

"Mr. Schue? I have something to say," Finn declared, standing up and moving to the center of the room. He fidgeted nervously, and Hunter could only wonder what was coming.

"Something happened to me and I can't really get into it, but it's shaken me to my core."

"Oh, my God, he's coming out," Puck whispered.

"Why, yes," Finn replied, seemingly unperturbed. "There is a man who's sort of recently come into my life, and that man is Jesus Christ."

"That's way worse."

"And I know there's others in here who dig him too," Finn continued, ignoring the interruption. Hunter noticed Quinn brightening at Finn's words. "So I thought maybe this week we could pay tribute to him through music. You know, pay tribute to Jesus."

"Sorry, uh, but if I wanted to sing about Jesus, I'd go to church," Kurt said, which Hunter had to admit was a fair point. "And the reason I don't go to church is because most churches don't think very much of gay people. Or women. Or science."

"I don't see anything wrong with getting a little church up in here," Mercedes countered.

"I agree," Quinn added, nodding. "I've had a really hard year, and I turned to God a lot for help. I, for one, wouldn't mind saying thanks."

"Thanks for what?" Santana scoffed. "That it didn't come out a lizard baby?"

"Whenever I pray, I fall asleep," Brittany commented before Quinn could respond.

"Well, guys, maybe our song selections don't have to be about Jesus," Mr. Schue suggested. "We could do songs about spirituality."

Puck made a face at this suggestion, and Finn, noticing Puck's reaction, suddenly became defensive.

"You got a problem with Jesus?" Finn asked, his tone sharp.

"Oh, I got no problem with the guy. I'm a total Jew for Jesus," Puck retorted. "He's my number one Hebe. What I don't like seeing is people using J-Money to cramp everybody else's style. It seems to me that true spirituality—or whatever you want to call it—is about enjoying the life you've been given. I see God every time I make out with a new chick."

"Okay, okay. That doesn't make any sense," Rachel said, rolling her eyes. "In fact, it's stupid."

"Are you calling Mr. Billy Joel stupid?" Puck challenged, standing up and walking over to the spare guitar usually left in the room. "At this time, I'd like to continue my streak of doing only songs by Jewish artists. Hit it."

As Puck began to strum the opening chords of "Only The Good Die Young," the mood in the room lightened. Despite the earlier disagreements, everyone gradually got into the groove, standing up, dancing, and singing along. Well, everyone except Kurt, who looked less than thrilled about this week's theme. Even though Hunter wasn't entirely on board with the idea, he couldn't deny that the song was a jam. He wasn't about to miss out on enjoying this moment with his friends.

Puck

Come out, Virginia, don't let me wait
You Catholic girls start much too late
Oh, but sooner or later, it comes down to fate
I might as well be the one

Well, they showed you a statue, told you to pray
They built you a temple and locked you away
Oh, but they never told you the price that you'd pay
For things that you might have done

Only the good die young
That's what I said
Only the good die young
Only the good die young

You might've heard I run with a dangerous crowd
We ain't too pretty, we ain't too proud
We might be laughing a bit too loud
Oh, but that never hurt no one

So come on, Virginia, show me a sign
Send up a signal, I'll throw you the line
The stained-glass curtain you're hiding behind
Never lets in the sun