Perfectly Imperfect

Never Been Kissed

"Alright guys, let's get down to business! First, let's welcome back Noah Puckerman. Puck, I hope your time in juvy has taught you a lesson or two about right and wrong?"

Puck sat beside Dani, throwing his arm across the back of her chair, "Are you kidding me? I ruled that place. All I did was crack skulls and lift weights all day."

Quinn rolled her eyes at the mohawked Jew that impregnated her, leaning back into Sam's shoulder, "Oh, what a catch, can't believe I ever let you go."

Dani gripped her friend by his face, squeezing his cheeks as she playfully placed a kiss on Puck's forehead, "Oh, how I've missed you and the ability to make me laugh."

Puck pulled the Cheerios' hand off his face, patting the top of her head with the other hand, "Yeah, yeah, I've missed you too. Now stop."

"And now, drumroll, Finn! Because I have in my hand our competition for sectionals next month. First, the acapella group from the all-boys private school in Westerville, the Dalton Academy Warblers."

Santana snickered, catching the attention of the members of the New Directions that surround her, "Okay, hold up. Like a million awesome gay jokes just popped into my head."

"And the other team to beat, the Hipsters. A first-year club from the township continuing education programme. Now, they are a glee club composed entirely of elderly people getting their high school GEDs."

Rachel's "Is that legal?" comment overlapped Mercedes' inquiries regarding how they're going to compete against them.

"Are you kidding? Brittle bones. Give one of those old ladies a good luck pat on the rear, it'll shatter her pelvis."

Ignoring the gleeful giggles of Danielle Karofsky and the swift patting motion from Noah Puckerman, Mr. Schuester continued in his lesson plan for the week, "Moving on. Since this seems to get you guys jazzed about sectionals last year, I wanna make this week our second annual boys versus girls tournament. So! Split up into two groups, and, uh, figure out which songs you're gonna sing."

"Let me be the one to remind you why we were quote on quote jazzed about this competition last year, they were high on Vitamin D," Dani recalled, earning a surprised look from Sam among many affirming nods as Mr. Schue dismissively turned to reread his mail for the director's information.

Without looking up from his piece of mail, Mr. Schue pointed to the side of the room the other guys were congregating, "Kurt, gonna say it again. Boys team."

"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, where are you? We were supposed to get coffee before school today," Dani whined into the phone, looking around the crowded hallway in an attempt to locate her missing friend.

"The felon with a squirrel stapled to his head suggested that I go to Dalton Academy to check out the Warblers."

Dani chuckled at the way Kurt described Noah Puckerman, seeing him walk past with Artie Abrams and a guitar case, "So how is it? Dungeons and moats or is everything so bright and shiny that it makes you sick?"

"You're adorable, but no dungeons nor moats. But I met someone-"

"Kurt Hummel! I demand a full report when you get back, including everything about him. I've got to go," Dani quickly squealed, hearing the giggles and confirmation from Kurt as she hung up the cell phone.

Seeing the blonde ponytail sway behind the approaching Cheerio with a broad smile displayed across her face, Sam waved at her as he struggled to unlock his locker, "What's got you so happy and smiley, did you buy more Chex Mix?"

In a moment of immaturity, Danielle Karofsky stuck her tongue out at her younger friend as she pulled out her Ziploc baggie full of Chex Mix to confirm his assumption, "Yes, I did. But that's not why I'm happy and smiley, I'm happy and smiley because-"