The Quarterback's Bestfriend

Valentine's Day

Puck's Pov

We all know I'm not the smartest guy in the world but there are two lessons I learned the hard way.
One: Never punch a cop.
The other one: You can't choose love. Love chooses you.

I mean, I could have any girl I wanted but here I am in the middle of Geometry or English or something and the only girl I've got my eye on is a whole lot of woman. I owe it all to Sectionals.

Maybe it's because she's constantly insulting me like my mom. Maybe I just dig a chick with curves. But it's almost Valentine's Day, and it's official.

The bell rings snapping me out of my daze, Lia walks up to me, throwing down the box on the table, "Stare at me again, and I'll break your nuts. Also, these candies you gave me: They sucked."

I picked up the box, seeing the inside of the box now empty, "But you ate all of them."

"I had to make sure they all sucked," she gave me a sickening sweet smile. How could she always eat like that and look the way she does? She's hot.

I'm in love with Lia Torres.

Lia's POV

Mr. Schue glides over to the whiteboard, writing in big cursive letters: LOVE. He puts the marker down as he turns to us, "All right, guys. I have one word for you. Brittany."

"Is it 'love'? I'm totally gonna graduate now!" Britt excitedly says to her boyfriend.

Rolling my eyes, I slip my hand into my jacket pocket and remove one of the wrapped pieces of chocolate that Puck gave me in English. Examining it, I hand the people seated beside me each a chocolate as Mr. Schue talks, "Valentine's Day is comin' up, so for this week's lesson I want you guys to pick a partner because you're gonna sing to them what you think is the world's greatest love song. Yeah. Find a song that communicates all the things that love means to you. Now, partner up."

Finn steps to the front to look at us, "Mr. Schue? Can I say something? I just wanted to point out that, for the first time an entire week has gone by without any one of us getting Slushied. I think the fact that I led the football team to a conference championship might have something to do with it. Fact is that I'm the closest thing that this Glee Club has to a celebrity right now and, just like a famous athlete, I wanna give to a charity. You guys. So I'm setting up a kissing booth for a dollar a smooch and donating the proceeds to Glee Club to help us."

I roll my eyes at my brother as Mercedes cuts the crap, "Don't even act like you're trying to help this Glee Club out. You just want to kiss a bunch of girls."

"I've kissed Finn, and can I just say, not worth a buck. I would, however, pay $100 to jiggle one of his man boobs," Santana rudely snips, making me scowl at her.

Finn doesn't even let her bitchiness bother him, smiling down at the Latina, "Do you ever get tired of tearing other people down?"

"No, not really."

"'Cause you always just seem to be meddling in everybody else's business," Finn continues as Santana acts as though she's innocent.

She dismissively puts a hand up at Finn, "Oh, please. You guys love me. I keep it real, and I'm hilarious."

"Actually, you're just a bitch," I growl at her, making everyone in the room shift uncomfortably in their chairs for being the one to call Santana a bitch except Kaydon, who starts laughing so hard he falls off his chair.

Santana sneers at me, wiping her weave at me, "I'm sorry. You've just got eyes for my man."

"Okay, first of all, I'm not your man. And Finn is right. All you ever do is insult us," Puck comes to my rescue despite my having the situation handled.