The Quarterback's Bestfriend

Nationals

During the whole flight I was fighting with myself on when and how to tell Puck about Jackson but by the time I made a decision, Puck was sleep on my shoulder and he was too cute to wake up. So until we touched down at JFK, I was working on some verses for our songs.

We sit in Times Square, taking in the scene. Puck and I stood there in awe of it all, marveling at the busy yet beautiful city. Kurt was hopping up and down because he was so excited,"Nationals! I want to hit up Central Park, get my frolic on."

"I want to throw stuff off the Brooklyn Bridge," Puck says to me, making me laugh at the eagerness.

Finn looks down at us, "Guys, hold on. I mean, we still have two songs to write."

"Okay, Mr. Bossy Pants. But I think we have some time for a tune before we leave," Kurt talks to him like he was a child.

Start spreading the news
I'm leaving today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York

Rachel comes skipping up to us with a fistful of slips, "Guys, I have news. To celebrate our impending win at nationals I got us all 14 tickets to Broadway's longest-running show ever Cats."

I chuckle at everyone's excitement and Quinn clearly knew why because she rolls her eyes at Rachel's childish squeals, "You might want to check the dates on those tickets, Rachel because Cats closed about 11 years ago."

She brings the tickets closer to her eyes for closer inspection, "He did seem crazy. He charged my credit card by swiping it through his butt crack."

Mr. Schue calls us all toward the hotel to check in. We're goofing off in the lobby and after I had told my brothers about Jackson and answering what questions I could, Sam leans over my shoulder, laughing, "Did you know that New York City was built right on top of Old York City?"

I shake my head at him, ruffling his hair laughing like a little kid when Mr. Schue comes hurriedly toward us, "Hey, Lia, where the hell is Puckerman?"

I look around, not seeing him, but I had an idea of where he was. We walk over to the bar, seeing him talking to the bartender, "Um I'll have a Manhattan."

The woman looks at him, raising her grey eyebrow, "Do you even know what's in a Manhattan?"

"Yeah. Me. For the first time. Which is why I wanna celebrate with a cocktail," he laughs, drumming his hands on top of the bar top. 

I lean over his shoulder, making him jump a little, "Actually Noah, it's bourbon, sweet vermouth, with Angostura and orange bitters."

Mr. Schue smirks at my knowledge, "Guys, group meeting. In the room now."

The three of us reach one of our three rooms, finding that the rest f the New Directions were there waiting for us. Puck and I go find a place to sit as Mr. Schue claps his hands together over the chatter, "All right, guys. This is your time. Now, you are all on lockdown till you finish writing our songs for nationals. I want at least two solid verses by the time I get back."

"Aren't you gonna help us?" Quinn asks as he turns to leave us alone.

He stutter-steps, laughing nervously, "I will be back and read your amazing creations and give notes. But right now I have to head to the theater to fill out some paperwork."

He was gone for a whole thirty minutes, if that, and as I'm sitting on the desk, trying to finish the piece I started on the plane, Brittany and Artie announce they had finished their song, while Puck played the chords for them.

Brittany (Artie):
I got you in the palm of my hand
Wanna put something hot in you
So hot that you can't stand (That you can't stand)
Gonna take you to my lips
Empty out every last drop
So thirsty for what's in you baby
That I can't stop (That I can't stop)
In the middle of the night, I'm in bed alone
Don't care if you're glass, paper, styrofoam
When I need some water, baby