flirt - noah puckerman

Chapter 11

chapter eleven - the power of madonna

*wink wink this might be a ~saucy~ one*

Erin's POV

I sit next to Quinn in the choir room, the two of us working on our Calculus homework while the rest of the Glee girls sat around talking.

"Can I ask you guys something... private?" Rachel asks, nervously. 

"Yes, you should move to Israel," Santana quickly retorts, making Quinn and I muffle down a laugh.  Rachel sighs and pulls up a stool in front of us.

"It's about dating- not that I'm dating anyone," Rachel swallows nervously.  "We all know that Jesse and I are no longer an item, but let's just say I was dating someone.  Let's just say, hypothetically, we went to a Wiggles concert last Friday night-"

"I'm sorry, did you just say Wiggles concert?" I cock an eyebrow at her.

"And because my dads weren't home, we went up to my room and started making out," she continues, ignoring my comment. "It was erotic and romantic.  But then he asks if we can 'do it,' and when I said no, he got really crabby and left, and didn't even take home the Care Bear I won him playing Skee Ball?"

"Would you please stop talking?  You're grossing out my baby," Quinn groans.

"I just want to be ready," Rachel sighs. "I know these things are going to happen to me someday, but how do I stop a guy from getting mad at me for saying 'no'?"

"Just do what I do," Santana laughs. "Never say 'no'."

"Yeah, I mean, what's the worst that could happen?" Brittany adds. "Sorry, Quinn."

"Look, girl, don't ask me," Mercedes laughs. "The last guy I liked was the mayor of gaytown."

"We just have to accept that guys don't care about our feelings," Tina shrugs. "Like the other day, I was walking with Artie, and he told me I needed to stop dressing so goth if I want to date him."

"Hey, guys," Mr. Schue says, coming over to us. "I'm sorry to interrupt your little sorority, but I couldn't help overhearing... Are you really having that much boy trouble?"

"You wouldn't understand, Mr. Schue.  You're a guy," Quinn sighs, and we all nod in agreement. "The fact is that women still earn 70 cents to every dollar a man does for doing the same job.  That attitude starts in high school." 

"That's why this week we're doing the champion for equality herself... Madonna," Mr. Schue smiles at us, making us all grin excitedly. "And since the guys have been so rude to you all lately, I figured I'd give you ladies a head start."

The bell rings and the group of girls begins to disperse from the choir room.  I peak my head into the hallway and see Rachel, heading to her locker with a defeated look on her face.  Am I really confiding in Rachel of all fucking people?  I scrunch my nose at the thought of what I was about to do. 

"Hey, Rach," I sigh after making my way over to her and leaning my shoulder against the cold metal of the lockers.

"Look, if you're here to make fun of me for the Wiggles thing, Erin, I really don't want to hear it right now," she groans, rolling her eyes at me.

"I actually wanted to talk to you," I swallow and look up at her. "Look, I know about you and Jesse-" Her eyes widen, and I am quickly cut off by her grabbing my hand and dragging me into the empty auditorium.

"How do you know about me and Jesse?" She gasps, looking around to see if anyone had heard. I let out an involuntary laugh and cock an eyebrow at her.