Lima Loser - Part Two.

The dismissal bell rang at 3:00, and I made my way to the auditorium with a smile on my face. Rachel, Kurt, Quinn, Tina and Artie were already there. They were pretty devoted to Glee club, but as for people like Finn, Puck, Santana, and Brittany? They had a big problem with showing their love for music. They were pretty much a bunch of pussies who were afraid of damaging their reputation. They showed up late all the time, and didn't seem into the music as much as some of us.

Of course, they've all improved. Before joining Glee, Puck would throw Kurt in the school dumpster at least twice a day, for no reason at all. After joining, he cut back to once a day. And when I showed up, he just stopped altogether. Recently, he'd even been sticking up for Kurt, after I forced my gay rights opinions on him. He still didn't have the balls to tell Karofsky and Azimio to lay off, though, so that was a disappointment.

And now since I was done with him, he'd probably increase the dumpster throwing to six per day, and slushie Rachel more than he ever had.

Anyway, I took a seat next to Tina, and waited for the rest to enter. Eventually, they all came in, wearing football and Cheerio uniforms. Mr. Schuester followed behind them.

"Good afternoon!" he greeted us, looking happy. "Sorry about having to cancel yesterday afternoon. There was a mandatory staff meeting."

"It's cool, Mr. Schue. What's happening today?" Finn asked as he took a seat in the front row next to Mike. I noticed that Puck wasn't sitting anywhere near Santana, which I found odd.

"We're continuing our 'classic rock' assignments. Did anyone find a song to sing for today?"

Kurt's hand flew up into the air, and he began to wave it around.

Mr. Schue looked surprised. "Really, Kurt? I thought rock wasn't your thing."

"It really isn't. But, I've been doing my Glee homework, and I found a song that really suits my voice," Kurt told us.

"Let's hear it, then!" Mr. Schue took a seat in the audience and let Kurt take over the stage.

Kurt walked up to the microphone on stage, and nodded towards the band. They began to play, and I immediately knew that this would be amazing. Kurt tapped one of his feet to the rhythm and smiled at the audience.

"Move yourself!
You always live your life.
Never thinking of the future.
Prove yourself!
You are the move you make.
Take your chances, win or lose her."

"See yourself!
You are the steps you take!
You and you, and that's the only way."

"Shake! Shake yourself!
You're every move you make.
So, the stoooory goooes!"

"Owner of a lonely heart.
Owner of a lonely heart.
Much better than a-
Owner of a broken heart.
Owner of a lonely heeeaaart!"

"Say you don't want to chance it.
You've been hurt so before.
Watch it now.
The eagle in the sky.
How he dancin' one and only.
You! Lose yourself.
No, not for pity's sake.
There's no real reason to be lonely.
Be yourself!
Give your free will a chance!
You've got to want to succeed!"

"Owner of a lonely heart.
Owner of a lonely heart.
Much better than a-
Owner of a broken heart.
Owner of a lonely heeeaart!
Owner of a lonely heeeaart!"

"After my own indecision,
They confused me so.
My love said never question your will at all.
In the end you've got to go.
Look before you leap.
And don't you hesitate at all, no, no!"

"Owner of a lonely heart.
Owner of a lonely heart.
Much better than a-
Owner of a broken heart.
Owner of a lonely he-art!"
"Owner of a lonely heart.
Owner of a lonely heart.
Much better than a-
Owner of a broken heart.
Owner of a lonely heeeeaaart!
Owner of a lonely heeeeaaart!"

"Sooner or later, each conclusion
Will decide the lonely heart.
It will excite, it will delight.
It will give a better start."

"Don't deceive your free will at all!
Don't deceive your free will at all!
Don't deceive your free will at all!
Just receive it!"

He finished off with a few totally "Kurt" dance moves, and then stood there for a moment to see our reactions. We were all standing up and clapping. He gave us a proud grin and made his way back down to where we were all sitting.

"You owned that song, Kurt!" Mr. Schue grinned as he pat him on the back. "I don't wanna hear you say rock isn't your thing anymore. You can do whatever you want with that voice!"

I pulled him into a huge hug. "Oh, man. I don't even know what to say about that one," I whispered in his ear. "Too amazing for words."

He mouthed a "thank you" before sitting back down a couple seats away from me.

"Wow, Kurt, that was great, " Mr. Schue began again. "Who wants to try to measure up to the energy in that last performance?"

"Let's see what I can do," Quinn spoke up. Schue nodded as she stood up and walked up to the stage. She gestured for the band to start, and when they did, she lifted up the microphone from the stand and got ready to sing.

"We are young! Heartache to heartache, we stand!
No promises, no demands! Love is a battlefield.
Woah, we are strong! No one can tell us we're wrong.
Searching our hearts for so long, both of us knowing,
Love is a battlefield."

"You're making me to go, you're begging me stay.
Why do you hurt me so bad?
It would help me to know.
Do I stand in your way, or am I the best thing you've had?
Believe me, believe me, I can't tell you why.
But I'm trapped by your love, and I'm chained to your side."

"We are young! Heartache to heartache, we stand!
No promises, no demands! Love is a battlefield.
We are strong! No one can tell us we're wrong.
Searching our hearts for so long, both of us knowing,
Love is a battlefield."

"And if I'm losing control, will you turn me away or touch me deep inside?
And before this gets old, will it still feel the same?
There's no way this could die.
But if we get much closer, I could lose control.
And if your heart surrenders, you'll need me to hold."

"We are young! Heartache to heartache, we stand!
No promises, no demands! Love is a battlefield.
We are strong! No one can tell us we're wrong.
Searching our hearts for so long, both of us knowing,
Love is a battlefield."

"We are young! Heartache to heartache, we stand!
No promises, no demands! Love is a battlefield.
We are strong! No one can tell us we're wrong.
Searching our hearts for so long, both of us knowing,
Love is a battlefield."

When the song was over, we were all on our feet again. I had to admit, these perfomances were killer.

"Wow, that was superb, Quinn!" Mr. Schue met her as she came down the stairs. He was still clapping. "If you guys keep performing like this, we're pretty much guaranteed first place at regionals."

"Don't worry, Schue. We've got this," Santana smirked. "My turn." She stood up and shook her ass all the way up to the stage. Once she was up on stage, she pointed to Puck. "Hey, Puckerman, I need you and your guitar up here."

He looked over at me to see what I thought about it. I just gave him a blank look, and taking Miss Pillsberry's advice, I acted like I didn't give a shit.

Puck followed Santana's instructions and stood up, making his way down the row, passing me. I rolled my eyes, but what could I do? I couldn't just get up and leave. That would definitely let him know I was jealous.

He picked up his guitar that was lodged against the side of the stage, and went up next to Santana. He noticed a chair on the stage and sat down on it. Santana told him the song name. He nodded, and began the lengthy intro. I could tell by the song that I'd have trouble getting through it. The rest of the band cut in, and then Santana's voice.

"We still have time.
We might still get by.
Every time I think about it, I want to cry.
With the bombs and the devils,
And the kids keep coming.
Nowhere to breathe easy, no time to be young."

"But I tell myself that I'm doing alright!
There's nothing left to do tonight!"
"But go craazy on you!
Craazy on you!
Let me go craaazy, craaazy on yooooou, ohhhh!"

"My love is the evening breeze touching your skin.
The gentle sweet singing of leaves in the wind.
The whisper that calls after you in the night.
And kisses your ear in the early light."

"And you don't need to wonder, you're doing fine!
And my love, the pleasure's mine!"

"Let me go crazy on you!
Craaaazy on you!
Let me go craazy, crazy on yoooou, ohhhh!"

At random parts of the song, she went over and sat on Puck's lap. She put her face real close to his and looked right at me as she did so. I didn't know what her problem was, considering I did nothing to her, but she was seriously acting like a bitch to me.

"Wild man's world is crying in pain.
Whatcha gonna do when everybody's insane?
So afraid of wonder.
So afraid of you.
What you gonna doooo?"

"Ah, ah, ah, ah.
Ooooh!"

"Craaaazy on you!
Craaaaazy on you!
Let me go crazy, crazy on yooooou!"

"I was a willow last night in my dream.
I bent down over a clear running stream.
I sang you the song that I heard up above.
And you keep me alive with your sweet, flowing loooove!"

"Crazy, yeah!"

Puck was looking at me, too, but it was moreso a look of guilt than anything else. He knew he shouldn't have been up there with her, and it didn't even look like he wanted to be. I guess being slushied really made him open his eyes, although it was extremely hard to believe he had a brain.

"Crazy on you!
Crazy on you!
Let me go crazy, crazy on you, ohhh!"

"Crazy on you!
Crazy on you!
Let me go crazy, crazy on you, yeeeah."

"Ah, ah, ah, ah."

"Crazy on you!
Crazy on you!
Let me go crazy, crazy on you, ohhhh."

The song eventually ended. I spent most of it with my head down, not wanting to see what was really happening. But I was relieved when it was over. Puck quickly walked back down to the audience, and Santana slowly followed behind.

"Man, you guys never cease to amaze me! Great job, Santana and Puck." Mr. Schuester commented. He looked at his watch. "We have time for one more performance today. Any takers?"

Puck raised up his hand. I looked over at him, hoping he wouldn't be performing anything else today. I just couldn't handle it.

"Do you have something prepared?" Mr. Schue asked him.

"Yeah," he replied. He walked up to the stage with his guitar, sat on the chair again, and coughed.

"I want you to want me.
I need you to need me.
I'd love you to love me.
I'm begging you to beg me."

"I want you to want me.
I need you to need me.
I'd love you to love me."

My jaw pretty much dropped to the floor. I was surprised that he was singing that song, but I was even more surprised that he was staring at me the whole time he was singing it. It was awkward and I just wanted to get the hell out of there.

"I'll shine up the old brown shoes.
Put on a brand-new shirt.
I'll get home early from work.
If you say...that you love me."

"Didn't I? Didn't I?
Didn't I see you crying?
Ohhh. Didn't I? Didn't I?
Didn't I see you crying?
Feeling all alone without a friend.
You know you feel like dying!
Ohhh. Didn't I? Didn't I?
Didn't I see you crying?"

I could feel everyone else staring at me, too, and I could feel my cheeks burning. Puck didn't take his eyes off of me, either, not for one second. It was pretty embarrassing.

"I want you to want me.
I need you to need me.
I'd love you to love me.
I'm begging you to beg me."

"I'll shine up the old brown shoes.
Put on a brand-new shirt.
I'll get home early from work.
If you say...that you love me."

Didn't I? Didn't I?
"Didn't I see you crying?
Ohhh. Didn't I? Didn't I?
Didn't I see you crying?
Feeling all alone without a friend.
You know you feel like dying!
Ohhh. Didn't I? Didn't I?
Didn't I see you crying?"

"Feeling all alone without a friend.
You know you feel like dyyying!
Ohhh. Didn't I? Didn't I?
Didn't I see you crying?"

"I want you to want me.
I need you to need me.
I'd love you to love me.
I'm begging you to beg me."

Eventually, I decided to just take out my phone and pretend to text. Sure, that was a totally rude thing to do, but hey, Puck was always rude. Even when I was pretending to completely ignore him serenading me, he didn't stop. It just made him sing louder and with more power.

"I want you to want me.
I want you to want me.
I want you to want me.
I want you to want me."

The song ended after what felt like forever, and I was the only one who didn't stand up to applaud him. I was still texting nobody.