Puckasaurus

Hottest stud WMHS has ever laid eyes on. Chances are if you've slept with me, you'd wanna do it again but sorry ladies I don't dip in the same pool twice. Badass. Stud. Taken (PUCKLEBERRY 1x1)

[the-pucker-stud]

TEXTS - PUCKLEBERRY

Rachel: No, I'm not saying that. Just know that I play fair and that's that.

Rachel: Now, look who's lying. Give me one time that I was wrong. One.

Puck: I miss you. I miss us joking like this yanno?

Puck: When you broke up with me. [UNSENT]

Puck: When you thought those brownies I made weren't laced with weed. :P

[the-pucker-stud]

TEXTS - PUCKLEBERRY

Rachel: I am lying and I am playing fair. It's you who's not playing fair. Not that you did anyways.

Rachel: I do not hating being wrong, I hate the fact that you think you're right when you are in fact wrong like now.

Puck: You saying I never played fair? Ouch that hurts, Rach.

Puck: Nine times outta ten you were the wrong one in our relationship. :)

[the-pucker-stud]

TEXTS - PUCKLEBERRY

Rachel: No, I don't want to stop talking to you. I wouldn't make anything easier.

Rachel: You weren't always right, actually half the time you were wrong. All I read was lies. :P

Puck: Now you're lying. You still ain't playing fair and you're hundreds of miles away. :P

Puck: I was right, you just hate to be wrong.

[the-pucker-stud]

TEXTS - PUCKLEBERRY

Rachel: I just thought it would make it better, easier. At least I hoped it would. I'm sorry, I know you're not.

Rachel: We can't help it, couple or not we argue. You know that. Even before we started dating we argued.

Puck: Do you just wanna stop talking then? Would that be easier for you?

Puck: it's cuz I was always right and you were constantly tryna always have the last word :P

[the-pucker-stud]

TEXTS - PUCKLEBERRY

Rachel: Is that the only way you could? If it makes it better for you to move on, I can stop talking to you.

Rachel: I know you didn't, but it still hurt.

Puck: You think I want you to stop talking to me? Course I don't. I just never had to deal with this before so excuse me if I ain't fuckin' experienced in this department.

Puck: I don't wanna fight. We ain't even a couple anymore and we're arguing.

[the-pucker-stud]

TEXTS - PUCKLEBERRY

Rachel: Figured you didn't want to speak with more or either you would tell me that I should go find Brody and rekindle what we had.

Rachel: I more upset and hurt than mad.

Puck: I fucked up. I'm sorry. I'm just tryna get used to life without you.

Puck: You know I didn't mean it.

[the-pucker-stud]

TEXTS - PUCKLEBERRY

Puck: Hey, it's been a few days and I haven't heard from you.

Puck: You still mad?

[rbee-berry]

As of tomorrow my summer vacation can officially start!

[rbee-berry]

There is nothing wrong with planning, I like to know what I’m getting myself into at times and planning helps with that. That’s because interrupting is rude. And I didn’t rant. Why would you even say something like that? Please tell me why? After knowing everything that happened between him and I. Out of all the things you could of said you had to say that.

[the-pucker-stud]

You think everything is rude. Pretty annoying if you ask me. Dunno. Just seems like he'd be a better fit for you or whatever. He's more of a 'man' and crap. Are we done here? I'm kinda getting annoyed with this conversation.

[rbee-berry]

As of tomorrow my summer vacation can officially start!

[rbee-berry]

I’m not saying I’ll be staying in Lima, I personally haven’t made any plans yet. I would like to think them though before I take off into summer. My rants were not annoying, they weren’t even rants. You just saw them as rants. You’re welcome. It would be nice if it did, but I heard that LA is very expensive. No, I can’t go to New York either. I think Lima is where I’m supposed to be, period. It would explain a lot.

[the-pucker-stud]

Typical Rachel. Always the planner. When a person talks for over five minutes without letting anyone interrupt them, that's a rant. Maybe you can invite Brody and ya'll could rekindle whatever shit ya'll had. Y'know, since he's your age and all.

[rbee-berry]

As of tomorrow my summer vacation can officially start!

[rbee-berry]

That’s why you make the best of it, come up with things to do. It just may be but, it’s only been a week. I think I have a little time to decide what I would like to do. I wasn’t ranting, you’ve heard me ‘rant’ plenty times before to know that wasn’t ranting. That is just…lovely. I’m sure, others feel the exact same way. I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself and congratulations on the job interview. I really hope you get it. You know I couldn’t have come. it just wasn’t meant for me to.

[the-pucker-stud]

Well it's your summer. Spend it however you wanna spend it. If you wanna lounge around and chill in cow town all summer, go ahead. Your rants were pretty freakin' annoying and I'm just glad I don't gotta deal with 'em anymore. Yeah, thanks. I have some money saved from my pool cleaning but that ain't gonna get me far. But you can go to NY, right? I mean that is what you're saying, no?

[rbee-berry]

As of tomorrow my summer vacation can officially start!

[rbee-berry]

As of now no, though a few of my friends would like me to come and visit them soon since I haven’t seen them since last spring. So that maybe something of interest, and yes my fathers are there as well. I hope so, some people don’t or they don’t use the right kind for them. You’re not my student anymore nor do you attend McKinley so there would be no point for ‘Ms. B’ anymore, but I’m glad it gives you that adult like feeling. I’ve been okay, nothing much to do in Lima. How have you been? Is LA everything you thought I would be?

[the-pucker-stud]

Ain't shit to do in Lima and it'd be a waste of summer if you stay there the whole two months. I know I ain't your student, I'm just saying it feels weird. No need to go in detail with your rant. Sex gives me an adult feeling. Been feeling like an adult since I was 15. Honestly? Yeah. LA has been amazing. I have a job interview tomorrow for this restaurant by the beach. It'd be better if you were here but whatever

[rbee-berry]

As of tomorrow my summer vacation can officially start!

[rbee-berry]

No, I did it myself, I wasn’t that hard. Plus it didn’t take me that long, nor did I want to bother anyone. I can’t either, soon enough it will be a month, then two and so on. It’s LA, why wouldn’t they want to lounge around all day. Though I’m not sure how safe that is due to the sun and UV rays but they have that opportunity. It’s fine. You just moved to LA and you’ve been busy I understand you don’t need to apologize. 

[the-pucker-stud]

You got any plans for the summer? You should head out to NY, go visit your fathers and shit. I mean, you did tell us they lived in NY, right? I'm sure they had sunblock, Rachel. It feels weird not having to call you Ms. B anymore. I kinda feel like an adult and crap, now. How you been?

[rbee-berry]

As of tomorrow my summer vacation can officially start!

I just have a few more papers to turn into a Figgins, and then I have to clean out my office until next year. After that everything is good to go! Now I just have to figure out what I would like to do for these 2 months, not that it’s going to be all that grand.

[the-pucker-stud]

I hope some of the Juniors helped you clean out the choir room? I can't believe it's been a week since I left Lima. Summers in Los Angeles are where it's at. You know people just lounge around at the beach like all day? Seriously, there was this dude that was there since the morning all the way till like 6. Sorry I haven't texted you, I've been kinda busy.

[rbee-berry]

The Last Goodbye ✗ Puckleberry

[the-pucker-stud]

Tagging: Rachel Berry and Noah Puckerman

Time Frame: June 6th, 2014; Evening 

Location: California William McKinley High School; Lima, OH. 

General Notes: Rachel ask Puck to meet her one last time for their final goodbyes.

Side Notes: and para over :/. gahhhh im gonna miss their cute dates!

Rachel Berry

Rachel gave a languid smile, as she nodded her head slowly. She had really hopped he wouldn’t tell her to keep all of his things. Some weren’t useful to her of course, but was would almost feel like putting salt on an open wound. The thing with Rachel was, she wouldn’t even try to hide them to make her feel better where ever they were now they would stay until she needed them. When she needed to feel closer to him, she would throw on his shirt. Or when she felt cold, his letter man jacket would warm her right up. And whenever she wanted to torture herself about their relationship, she would reach into her drawer and pull out his watch. At every hour she would remind herself of one thing that they did at that time, whether it be them laying on her bed at 9 or them watching a movie at 6 or even having breakfast at 11. She could come up with a million events for each hour. “Very true, I think the letterman might be a little too much for L.A., it may not even get cold enough in the winter for you to wear it. As far as the watch, thank you.” Her heart did a pang in her chest, as ran her hand over the edge of her skirt to keep herself from looking back at him, but naturally she failed horribly.

It was situations like these and words like the ones that Puck just said that kept her laughing rather than crying. She knew he didn’t have a way with words at times, and that he put forth a very good effort when he did. Regardless of whether he knew it or not, Puck was very determined and ambitious at times. Whatever he wanted, he made sure he got. That, along with others was on a very long list of things she would miss about him. “We are. I think I’ll worry more about your safety before you worry about mine. I live in Lima, were the crime rate will be at its highest over the next few days due to graduation.” Laughing, she took her hand in his. “But on a more serious note, please be safe. You’re a badass, I know it took me six months to figure that out but if something happened to you, I would never forgive myself. Ever. And Noah, you may not be able to protect me but you’ll always keep me smiling.” Kissing him back, caressed his cheek with her thumb. Shaking her head at his words, she rolled her eyes and this time she was actually very serious. “Yes, you will. Not only will she be amazing but beautiful and of age who you can take home to your mother. You may not forget me but someone will be able to fill my spot easily. Trust me.”

Noah Puckerman

It was when she said that someone would be able to fill her spot 'easily' that he backed away. How could she say something like that? How could she think that someone was going to take her place? Sure, he was going to Los Angeles to start his own adventure but that didn't mean he was going out there to find another 'her.' There would never be another 'her' to begin with. Maybe a couple hook ups here and there but when it came to falling in love? That crap was out of the picture. There was no duplicating what they shared, the past six months were more than he could ever ask for and he'd be damned if he let their relationship turn into a shoebox of memories. "Don't you get it, Rachel? There's not ever gon' be another you. Not now, not ever. Yeah we might go our separate ways and shit, you might actually find someone here, someone you don't gotta worry bout losing your job for. I might find a cool chick chillin' on the beach and shit but you think I'm just gon' give in and give her my heart or whatever? Fuck no. I love you, and call me stupid or whatever but I believe that maybe in a few years or whatever when you're done with teaching, at least in Lima. You'll come to LA and find my ass."

Standing up, he heads for the door. This is it. Come Monday afternoon he isn't going to be coming in here for glee practice, he isn't going to sit in the back row, making fun of Kurt when he tries to hit the high note on songs that aren't suited for his voice. He isn't going to steal some snacks from Cedes' bag when she isn't looking. Puck isn't going to see the smile he adores so much, he isn't going to see Rachel on a daily basis and that's going to be the hardest thing he's probably going to have to deal with. "Take care of yourself Rachel. I'm gonna miss you and just know that I'm a phone call away. I love you but I gotta go."

[rbee-berry]

The Last Goodbye ✗ Puckleberry

[the-pucker-stud]

Tagging: Rachel Berry and Noah Puckerman

Time Frame: June 6th, 2014; Evening 

Location: California William McKinley High School; Lima, OH. 

General Notes: Rachel ask Puck to meet her one last time for their final goodbyes.

Side Notes: He's trying so hard to be strong for the both of them, gah he doesn't want to leave her in the choir room. Waaaah my bbs.

Rachel Berry

The whole time Puck talked, a small smile stayed on her lips. He was her person and she was his, even if they weren’t together she knew it was going to take a lot to make her forget about him. She probably couldn’t if she tried. The two of them had been through too much together. Having to hide their love for each other because it was frowned upon and the one time they get the chance to be a couple and try to be happier than before they had to let each other go. This was probably one of the hardest things Rachel had ever been through. It surpassed getting rejected from shows, or finding out he that her boyfriends was sleeping with half of New York City, it was harder than realizing that she had to come back to one place she never wanted to, this was much harder than all of this combined. Sure they would still be able to communicate with each other if they wanted too. He was only a text away or a phone call if she ever wanted to hear his voice. But it wasn’t going to be the same, nothing would even be the same. For two people who weren’t supposed to be together, who had to sneak around to see each other, 6 months was a long time and they managed to do a lot of ‘first’ more than most people did while being together for years. First New Years, first Valentine’s Day, first trip together, I love you’s in a matter of months. Memories she would never give up, she would always hold them near and dear to her as long as she could.

Hearing him say that he loved her, was all that she needed. She let out a breath that she was holding, before she felt his lips on her and as quick as they were there, they were gone. “You’re welcome, but you don’t have to thank me, it was my pleasure. Really.” Pulling back, she looked at him with a smile finally letting the rest of the tears pour from her eyes before she pulled him into a hug placing her head in the crook of his neck. The brunette knew this would probably be the only time she would actually be able to cry without feeling alone. If she cried to anyone else she would have to have an excuse as to why, she couldn’t exactly tell them that she had to let go of someone she loved with every fiber in her being without there being questions involved afterwards. Pulling back she looked at him, wiping her eyes. “I’m sorry, I told myself before I came in here I wasn’t going to cry like that apparently I lied to myself.” Chucking, she took a deep breath before using her thumb to wipe off the few tears from his face. “Before I forget, you have a few things at my place. Do you want me to drop them off before you leave or you can come pick them up? Either works for me, I’m just sure you want your things back before you leave.”

Noah Puckerman

He wasn’t going to pick up the things he left at Rachel’s. Those were hers to keep. His Letterman jacket was the one that kept her warm throughout the cold nights of the winter, his gym shirt was the one shirt she’d sleep with when he couldn’t stay the night. There was also his toothbrush and a couple pairs of socks, but did he really need to take those? Of course not, she didn’t have to keep all that but he had no use for those items. He had left a watch that he always kept in her jewelry box, it was a watch given to him by his grandfather and although he wanted to take that to Los Angeles with him, he couldn’t. If he was going to be remembered, he wanted Rachel to remember him everytime she looked at that watch. Everytime she opened up her box to pull out a pair of earrings or the necklace he had got her for Valentines, he wanted to be the first person that came to mind. They might’ve been headed for different directions but the memories were always going to be there. “Keep the things I have over there. It’s nothing but a jacket, a couple shirts and my watch. I got enough clothes at home I can take and it’s summer, no way I’m gonna be needing a freakin’ jacket when I’m chilling in the Los Angeles sun.” He chuckles, pulling her chair a bit closer as he rests his forehead against hers.

"I’m gonna miss waking up to your smile. I’m gonna miss your fuckin’ laugh and the way you look my way whenever I’m singing a solo. I’m gonna miss a lot of things bout you but now isn’t the time to be crying. We’re not really closing a chapter, maybe just closing the book until we both decide to pick it back up and continue where we left off?" Puck was never good with metaphors, hell, he was never good at anything besides being a badass and being a sexshark. He knew she understood what he was trying to say and when she flashed him a small smile, he knew he got his point across. "We’re still gonna be keeping in touch and crap right? We might be hundreds of miles away but we can still talk to each other on the phone and maybe you can text me during your lunch breaks and shit. I just wanna always know that you’re okay, I wanna know that your safe and happy. I wish I could’ve been the one to protect you and keep you smiling but unfortunately I can’t, babe." Before tears can escape, he leans in to capture her lips once more, this time the kiss lasting a little bit longer than the first one. "I don’t think I’m ever going to meet someone as amazing as you."

[rbee-berry]

The Last Goodbye ✗ Puckleberry

[the-pucker-stud]

Tagging: Rachel Berry and Noah Puckerman

Time Frame: June 6th, 2014; Evening 

Location: California William McKinley High School; Lima, OH. 

General Notes: Rachel ask Puck to meet her one last time for their final goodbyes.

Side Notes: This para broke me, i'm dead and I'm typing from the grave. OUR BBS!

Rachel Berry

If Rachel had any good judgment left, she would have known that this wasn’t going to be a good idea. All she wanted to do was kiss Puck senselessly and apologize as many times as it would take in order for him to take her back. But she knew it wasn’t going to be that easy, she did one thing she promised she would never do, hurt him. Who knew if he would ever be able to trust her again, if she was him she wouldn’t trust her either. Everything was falling apart at the seam and Rachel didn’t know how to fix it. She didn’t even know if she could fix it. Biting on the inside of her cheek she took a quick glance at him, at one point while he was talking she opened her mouth but closed it quickly deciding against speaking. She was still unsure how she was being able to hold her composure this well, sighing she turned around to be able to face Puck but never once letting her eyes looking at him. “I need to apologize. I didn’t…I mean…the way we ended I didn’t want it that way. And honestly I don’t know how it got that way. One thing just led to another.” She chuckled lightly “But it was too late to go back and it just seemed easier that way. Because if I would have done that in person, I wouldn’t have been able to handle myself.” Moving her hair out the way, she finally looked up at him with her red-rimmed eyes sting with tears. Standing up she moved to a chair next to him, cupping his cheek with her hand.

“I love you even if you may hate me, I love you and this isn’t a way to get you back because what’s done is done but you deserve an apology. You need to know how sorry I am because the last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you.” Snuffling, she took a deep breath trying her hardest to keep her tears at bay. “It’s just you’re going to L.A. and like I have said many times before, you’re going to do amazing things, who knows what they may be but you are. You don’t need me, your new life and dreams are in L.A., you need to go there with a clear mind and head. Away from Lima, away from me. You need to figure out what you want in life without me. I figured out mine and clearly it’s here in Lima in this very choir room. Inspiring people to go for their dreams and that they’re better than what people have labeled them to be.” Letting her hand drop from his cheek she turned in her chair to face the front of the room. “Basically what I’m trying to say is that I would have never forgiven myself if I got in the way of anything.” Licking her lips, she reached into her purse before grabbing her wallet and retrieving a photo. Handing it to Puck she continued to talk. “I’ve had this photo in my wallet since sectionals. To be honest I think that was the first time I actually truly saw you smile, and anytime I was having a bad day and I knew I wouldn’t be able to see you or talk to you I looked at this picture. It was able to bring a smile to my face because you were mine. But that’s not the point though, I want you to take this picture with you. Carry it were ever you go, and when you’re feeling at your lowest look at it and remember you can do whatever you put your mind to because I remember when you told me you could never sing a solo but you did anyways, not once but twice and you’re the reason why that trophy is over there now.” Wiping her cheeks of her tear she was still trying to figure out why she was still there, besides that fact that she loved him and a part of her wanted him to say it back one last time before he left.

Noah Puckerman

There were a lot of things Puck wanted to say in this moment. He wanted to call her a coward for breaking up with him the way she did. He wanted to plead his case as to why she should join him in Los Angeles, but most importantly, he wanted to tell her that if roles were reversed, he'd never would have done what she did. If he were a teacher, he would've never crossed that line in fear of losing his job. Truth be told, Rachel wasn't a coward, the brunette was far from it. Ever since that first practice at his house when they found themselves kissing one another, she could have backed away but she didn't. She knew what she was getting into and considered him to be worth the risk. There would've been no 'them' if it wasn't for her and she needed to know that. He wasn't going to cuss up a storm, he wasn't going to storm out, even though this was a break-up, they needed to end on good terms. Those six months were amazing and he wouldn't trade them for anything in the world. She showed him what it was like to love and be loved in return. Rachel knew more about him in these past six months than anyone else. She was his rock', she was the person he could always run to if he ever had problems and now as he was about to head to Los Angeles, he was going to be without the one person he trusted most in this world.

She hands him a picture and he can't help the smile that escapes his lips. He looks happy and it was because the stupid fuckin' glee club that he constantly tried to bring down before joining. How in the hell did a bunch of losers get him to smile this big? It was crazy how his Senior year turned out to be. He was dating the school's drama teacher, actually pushed Wheels to class a couple times and come lunch time, he found himself giving his tots to Precious of all people. Not to mention the fact that whenever his teammates on the football team tried to make fun of the club, he would threaten the crap out of them until they stopped. Putting the picture in his pocket, he took a deep breath as he tried to find the words to say to the brunette. "I ain't ever been loved in my whole life. I ain't ever had someone that wasn't my ma that looked out for me. It wasn't cuz I was un-loveable or whatever, it was by choice. I didn't want to let anyone in, didn't want anyone to know the real me. There was something about you that allowed me to change my whole perspective on shit. You love me, flaws and all, you're still by my side. I know what you had to fuckin' risk in order to make us work. I know how hard it was for you and I can't have my last day in Lima be one where I try and bring you down and crap. You deserve much better than the bullshit I wanted to tell you. I love you Rachel, I'm gon' always love you. People say they don't forget their first love and trust me, no way I'm forgetting bout you. You made a decision that I couldn't do. I was afraid of it but I don't see it being any other way. We gotta let each other go and it fuckin' sucks, I love you so fuckin' much and I want nothing more than to keep you by my side but I gotta go to LA. I need to find myself and shit or whatever. Thank you for everything, thanks for loving me, and thanks for making me fuckin' believe in myself." He leans in and places a chaste kiss to her lips, a tear finally escaping the corner of his eye.

[rbee-berry]

The Last Goodbye ✗ Puckleberry

[the-pucker-stud]

Tagging: Rachel Berry and Noah Puckerman

Time Frame: June 6th, 2014; Evening 

Location: California William McKinley High School; Lima, OH. 

General Notes: Rachel ask Puck to meet her one last time for their final goodbyes.

Side Notes: I hate you for this break up but not really i love you :)

Rachel Berry

To others around her, Rachel just seemed like a very emotional teacher. One who seemed very proud of her students for making it this far. After four years of ‘hell’ for some of them they were finally able to cross over and be able to leave their life in Lima behind. But that wasn’t exactly the case. It had been exactly a week since Rachel had ‘broken up’ with Puck. She didn’t want to be the one to take the blame because in all honesty she didn’t want what they had to end the way it did, she actually didn’t want it to end at all. 6 months of what she thought was love, gone down the drain it happened so fast that it really couldn’t have been saved if she tried. But maybe it was for the best. Puck was finally free to be an young adult, he could go out with a girl without worrying about having to go the next town, he could tell people about her, there were a millions things he could do now that they were apart. And Rachel, she didn’t have to worry about losing her job but in result she lost something so much more important. Something she gave her heart and soul to, something she loved with her whole being. Something she would miss every single day. Puck was Rachel’s drug, and without him she didn’t know what she would do.After saying her congratulations, giving out hugs, meeting parents some she had just seen for the first time. After all that she realized it was over, there was no more turning back only looking forward. And if she wanted to at least try looking forward, moving on she needed to do one last thing. Pulling out her phone, she texted Puck to meet her in the choir room as she made her way there.

That room itself held memories, just for the two of them alone. Where they actually first meet, where they spent lunch together, where he actually tried to convince her that having sex on the piano would be ‘hot’. The whole room was just a big, ‘time capsule’ amazing things happened in that very room and even though she would be back it wouldn’t be the same. Sitting down at the piano, she closed her eyes as she waited. Sure, Puck didn’t owe her anything, he didn’t have to show up but she knew he would. Without even opening her eyes, she sighed a little. “Do you remember the first time we met in here?” She asked running her hand over the keys, “I wanted you to try for a solo and you agreed. That day you walked in and caught me trying to play the piano and it was just really horrible. You actually only sung the song twice that day before you got it, then you pulled me into a hug and twirled me around. Those 7, 8 seconds made me more happy than it should have, made me feel something I shouldn’t have. I think that’s why I was scared at first but after that feeling went away and I followed my heart everything else was magical, until recently.” She stopped, as she opened her eyes to look at him. “I didn’t expect for you to come and I know you don’t want to see me but I just wanted…no, I needed to do something before you left.”

Noah Puckerman

Graduating high school was something Puck thought he'd never accomplish. School wasn't for him, he hated it and everytime his teachers threatened to fail him, he'd just shoo them off without a care in the world. What was the point of graduating if you were never going to amount to anything in the first place? While his fellow peers like Quinn, got accepted to Yale and Mike got accepted to a dance school in Chicago, he felt like the odd man out. Sure there was Finn and he'd probably stay in Lima to help with Burt's tire shop, but other then his best friend, Puck had no idea what he wanted to do with his life. That was until Senior year rolled around and he joined the stupid glee club. It wasn't by choice, he was forced to join the stupid New Directions but if it wasn't for them and the stupid competitions, he wouldn't have purchased a plane ticket to Los Angeles that was dated for a week from now. He couldn't stay here, he needed to find his own way, he just wished Rachel could have still been by his side. After taking a few couple pictures with his friends and giving flowers to his mom, he finally responded to the text that told him to go to the choir room. If this was going to be the last time he saw Rachel, he wanted them to at least try and end on good terms. "Alright ma, I'll be home in about an hour or so, don't start cooking dinner without me. Love you and tell Sarah to not start making plans to take over my room so freakin' soon."

It didn't take long for him to take off his cap and gown and throw it in his locker. The only memory he needed of today would be his diploma and that wasn't available for pick up until Monday. Making his way inside the familiar room, he couldn't help but smile as he allowed himself to reminisce about all the good things that happened in the choir room. They came up with playlists, rehearsed like crazy and as he turned his head to the glass cabinet, his smile grew wider when he spotted the first place trophy. "I 'member a lot of things when it comes to the choir room. I remember how beautiful I thought you were when you first walked through the door, I remember how we'd spend our lunches in here and I remember the countless makeouts we'd share. This choir room isn't 'bout the New Directions, it's 'bout you, at least that's how I see it." He takes a seat on one of the chairs, wondering just what the hell he's doing in here. She broke up with him, it wasn't like he didn't see it coming but that didn't mean it made him hurt any less. She was his first girlfriend, the first person he gave his heart to and now it was fuckin' broken. "What do you need to do? Please fuckin' enlighten me."