flirt - noah puckerman

Chapter 7

chapter seven - mattress

Erin's POV

"Where's Rachel?" Kurt asks, setting a pile of old Thunderclaps down on the piano in front of us.   We'd just found out Glee Club is being left out of the yearbook due to budget cuts.

"She's not here yet," Finn responds.

"Perfect," Kurt starts. "Glee Club stands on a delicate precipice.  We have all felt the cold humiliation of a slushie in the face, but as of right now our relative anonymity as a club shields us from more severe persecution: swirlies, patriotic wedgies." 

"What's a patriotic wedgie?" I laugh.

"It's when they hoist you up the flag pole by your undies," Puck says from beside me.

"Strangely, it did make me feel more American," Artie shrugs.

"Based on my investigation, I am of the opinion that a yearbook photo would only fuel the flames of anti-Glee-Club terror." Kurt states, grabbing one of the Thunderclaps from the pile. "I've done a little research," he says, turning to one of the back pages. "Peter Gellar.  Glee Club second tenor, 1998.  He can be seen here with both a drawn on Hitler mustache and a rice paddy hat.  Shortly after the yearbook came out, Mr. Gellar had a nervous breakdown.  He's now the homeless man who sleeps in front of the public library," Kurt sighs.

"Patches?" Quinn's eyes widen in horror.

"Patches," Kurt responds, frankly.

"He barks at my mom," Brittany adds, as Kurt begins to show us other examples.

"Oh, hey, guys," Mr. Schue grins, coming up behind us. "Looking at old Thunderclaps?"

"It's really unsettling," Artie answers. 

"And totally unfair. This year's Thunderclap is going to have a Glee Club photo with every one of your smiling faces," Mr. Schue smiles. "You have my word on it." We all look around at each other in fear.  I grab my bag and walk to my locker with Quinn, who was still visibly angry about Sue kicking her off the Cheerios.

"I need to find a way to get back on the squad before they take the yearbook picture," she frowns.  "I am not getting slushied again."

"I genuinely don't know how I've avoided it for this long," I groan, grabbing a book from my locker. "Once that Glee Club picture is taken, I'm screwed."

"Hey, hot stuff," I hear Puck say and turn around to see him grinning at me.  Quinn gives me a smirk before heading to class. 

"Hi, Noah," I laugh, closing my locker.

"So what class am I taking you to?" He grins, walking beside me down the hallway.

"Biology," I smirk. "You're oddly calm for someone who just heard they're going to be in the Glee Club picture." 

"I'm not worried about it," he shrugs. "Everyone will be too distracted with how good my guns look in the football picture," he smirks, flexing his arm for me.  I laugh and roll my eyes. 

"I can't stop thinking about that kiss," he smirks, as we reach the classroom at the end of the hallway.  "Maybe after school we can hang out in my car and recreate it-," he winks.

"Goodbye, Noah," I interrupt him, muffling down a smile as I head into my class. 

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The bell rings, and I grab my backpack, heading out the hallway only to be met with Rachel waiting at the door for me.  I roll my eyes and walk past her to my locker, hearing her footsteps follow quickly behind me.