Glee Imagines and Preferences

Puck*Purple Piano Project

A/N: I don't know how many of you saw the message I posted yesterday but if you want to know if my posts will be late I'll be sending it out to my followers on wattpad.

This imagine took 2 days. It was only meant to be 1000-1500 words...3786 words later I finished. Yeah almost 4000 words. I came back with a bang. Sorry it's long. 

Also there will be some questions at the end about this book so please answer so I know what you want. Thanks :)

I walked through the school, camera in hand and a pass around my neck. When I chose journalism as one of my subjects, I knew I'd have to take photos and interview people but that didn't stop my skin crawling when my teacher decided I and Aaron would be the ones covering the glee clubs 'purple piano' project.

Aaron was beyond uninterested. He was clearly just taking the class to fill a column and shoved the camera and notebook into my hands as soon as the bell rang. "So how do you wanna manage to workload?" I stuttered out.

"You do the photos, interviews, writing, and formatting. I'll put my name on it. Got it?" he said. I nodded quickly. He grunted in response and walked away to his hockey friends. I'm not scared of him...I just don't like confrontation...?

"Kill me," I muttered under my breath as I walked through the corridors. My teacher had given me a 'journalism pass' while glee was on so I could try to get some photos and interviews. He made the mistake of assuming I'd have help.

Biting my lip, I fidgeted with the camera from next to the door to glee. I could hear music and I didn't want to interrupt. When I heard the song finish, I took a breath before knocking. A few seconds passed when the door opened.

Mr. Shue looked a little confused, "(Y/N) if this is about Spanish I can't talk- "

"It's not about that," I cut him off. He looked surprised, "Oh sorry um," I grabbed my pass and held it up, "I'm supposed to do a story on the um purple piano thingy?" it sounded like a question.

It must've worked because he smiled, "Yeah of course," he let go of the door handle, letting the door open more. I glanced over to the room of confused teenager's id never spoken too before. "What do you need to know?" snapped my attention back.

My hands began flicking through the notebook, frantically trying to find the page, "I have a few questions about it if that's okay. And possibly an interview,"

"Perfect," he said before walking into the middle of the room, "Right guys looks like we're going to hit the papers. This is (Y/N) from journalism and they are going to do a story on the purple piano project. Told you this project would be exciting," I loved his enthusiasm, but the groans and eye rolls told me I was the only one, "They've got some questions and they need an interview. I'm assuming (Y/N) while want to interview a couple of you," He glanced at me and I nodded, my eyes darted back down to my notebook, "Maybe some photos as well?"

"If that's alright with everyone," I said, checks tinging pink.

"So," Mr. Shue clapped his hands, "Who volunteers to do an interview?"

You could hear a pin drop. Unfortunately, it only lasted a moment before Rachel stood up. "I'll do it. I'm sure you'll all be supportive since we all know that I have a way with words Afterall," Oh my god I'm going to die.

"Uh uh. I don't want Berry representing us," A cheerleader from the back yelled.

"So, are volunteering Santana?" Mr. Shue asked.

She folded her arms and sat down, "I never said that. Do you really want Berry speaking for us? We get slushied enough,"

"Hey!" Rachel spun on her heels to glare at Santana, "I'll have you know I have practised for interviews for years. I know what I'm doing," when she turned to look at me, I could feel hope drain from me. "I'll have to have a copy of your questions first and I've got some of my own if you need anyway,"