flirt - noah puckerman

Chapter 2

chapter two - acafellas

Erin's POV

I sit sideways in the back of Finn's car, my head leaned up against the door, scrolling on my phone.

"You're insane," Quinn scoffs, from the passenger seat.

"It's just Glee Club, Quinn," Finn sighs in frustration.

"You're about to throw away everything I've worked for," she groans.

"Are we 100% sure I need to be here for this?" I raise my head up to look at them.

"Yes!" They both say simultaneously. I sigh in defeat and rest my head on the door once again.

"Erin, would you mind telling Finn here why this is a terrible idea?" Quinn pleads with her eyes. Finn groans in frustration and storms out of the car, Quinn quickly following after him. I sigh and open the car door before grabbing my backpack out of the trunk and heading inside. I turn the corner of the hallway and see Quinn, holding Finn's hand, running to the bathroom-- Finn drenched in a bright red slushee. I frown at Puck, who was giggling to himself at his locker.

"That's your best friend," I roll my eyes, as he shuts the door, leaning against the metal lockers and looking me up and down with a smirk.

"Exactly," he laughs. "Don't act like you wouldn't jump at the chance to slushee Finn too." My eyes catch Santana's high ponytail, weaving in between people, headed over to us.

"Got to go," I wiggle my eyebrows at him. "Your girlfriend is coming," I tease, before turning around and walking to class.

"She's not my girlfriend!" I hear Puck yell after me, just before Santana begins scolding him for something.

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Puck's POV

I throw my duffle bag filled with my football clothes over my shoulder as I head out of the locker room and into the empty hallway of McKinley High.

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus

But he talks like a gentleman

Like you imagined when you were young

I hear echoes of a voice from the auditorium. I peak my head into the large, dimly lit room, and see Erin belting out a cover of "When You Were Young" by the Killers. I take a seat in one of the chairs on the upper balcony of the auditorium, watching the mesmerizing performance.

I know we can make it if we take it slow

Let's take it easy

Easy now, watch it go

Her voice was raspy and soulful, and her range was insane. She held onto the microphone with one hand and the stand with the other, accompanied by a guy in a wheelchair behind her on the guitar and Finn on the drums. Jesus Christ, she's like a sexy rock star. I swallow and observe her as she let go and belted out the final lines.

I said he doesn't look a thing like Jesus

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus

But more than you'll ever know

"Wow!" Mr. Schuester claps standing up from his seat.