Chapter 13

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Pucks POV

shit.

We still need a lot more money...

I take out my phone and text everyone.

SECRET GLEE CLUB MEETING. NO RACHEL OR FINN. BRING ALL YOUR MONEY.

I grab my wallet and shove it in my pocket.

I quickly get in my car and drive towards McKinley High.

As I'm driving alongside in the car, I start to think about what everyone else has told me.

Is it true?! Am I going soft? Am I getting to be that weird nice guy? a LIMA LOSER?!?!

No. I need to stop worrying. I'm just being a good friend.

Oh shit. I am a Lima Loser...

And well, every Lima loser gets bullied. No. I'm the bully. You can't bully a bully. Right?

I take the familiar drive to school and turn up the music.

I start singing along and soon enough, I arrive at my destination.

Everyone's already there so I quickly park and run to everyone else.

"Are we seriously spending all our money on a stupid honeymoon?!" Santana asks.

"Shut up. Oh and here's the fucking 500 dollars I owe you." I growl. "Ok, everyone. Take out all your money and put it in the middle. Let's see how much money we have. We need 3,300 dollars."

Everyone puts their money on the stair and I grab the pile.

20,20,100,5,20,10,50,1,1,1, and so on.

I finally finish plugging in all the numbers into my calculator app on my phone.

"And the total is..." I say, "2,800 dollars. Just 500 dollars short." I look down, knowing that we were so close, but yet didn't make it.

I hear Santana groan as she reaches into her pocket. Her hand comes out, and it holds five hundred dollars.

I smile and take the money.

"Thanks." I tell her.

"Ok! We are completely ready for the plane tomorrow. Right?" I ask everyone.

"Yeah. But we really should have an actual plan." Sam says.

"That's true. Well, right now I guess there is no plan. We kind of need to figure out what they both want for their honey moon and make that happen on broadway." I say slightly worried since we don't have so long.

"Rachel wants to go to Paris. Finn wants to take her to Broadway." Kurt says.

"How the fuck do you know that?! Stalker..." I smirk.

"Finns my brother. Rachel's my friend. Nothing stalkerish about that." Kurt replies and rolls his eyes.

"So why don't we just bring Paris to broadway?" Brittany suggests.

For some reason, I just start laughing. How is someone so clueless?!

"Wait. That's actually not such a bad idea." Mercedes says.

"You're right. Let's also bring the White House into broadway." I roll my eyes.

"No. I mean, why don't we decorate Broadway to look like Paris?! That would be SO romantic!"Mercedes says, and I have to say, Mercedes is a genius. Brittany, not so much.

"I have a lot of Paris related furniture and decorations from when I redid my room." Kurt says happily.

"Ok. Bring everything you have and we can all meet at the airport tomorrow morning. Get there at 8am sharp." I say. But I wonder why Quinn isn't here.

I go to my car and roll my windows down.

I turn on the radio and rap along to Drake.

I am so glad that Mr. Figgins let us miss school for a couple days.

My phone beeps telling me I have a message.

It's from our group text.

'Have more than enough decorations. Puck- you should be in charge of money and stuff.'

The text is from Kurt.

I know that people say not to text while driving, but hey...

I DONT GIVE A FUCK!

I reply to the message.

'K. I have the money with me. I also have the plane tickets. See you all tomorrow.'

I hit send and watch the road again.

I am so excited for tomorrow.

Even more excited than I am when I see a girls boobs.

A/N

Short. Ik.

Sorry

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