Feel the Beat: A Glee Love Story, Chapter 12

I tossed the note back to him after I refolded it. I kept my eyes on the teacher as she turned around and started talking about how women in the past had been kept under the thumb of men and were practically forced to be homemakers.

The guy shoved the note back at me.

Nothing. It was stupid. And, what’s your name anyways? I never did catch it since no one bothered to introduce me to you guys. My uncle sucks at introductions.

When he read this, the guy smiled at me and quickly wrote back.

He had another coach?

His parents were on some trip and he was staying with relatives. So he had to transfer over to our school. Most of us smelled a rat as soon as he stepped inside of the choir room. We haven’t seen him after Regionals, though, since he graduated that year.

What was his name?

Kurt looked at me as if he seriously fathomed the idea of writing it down. Personally, what he had just told me so far made perfect since on why. I wouldn’t want to write down some traitor’s name, either.

Jesse St. James. He was Rachel’s boyfriend. After she found out he was just using her, she dumped his butt. And good riddance.

My body went rigid at seeing those first few words. Jesse St. James. No. It…it couldn’t be him. It couldn’t be. My hand was shaking so bad it took me a few times to write down what I wanted.

What did he look like?

Tall, well built, short wavy brown hair. Had the total bad-boy act going on. He made the rest of us look bad in front of Mr. Schuester. Mr. S was pissed when he found out what Jesse was up to.

My pencil dropped on the desk and rolled off. When it hit the floor, I didn’t even acknowledge the fact that everyone was now looking at me.

I was in the backseat of his car, pissed off and, at the same time, so full of passion. Jesse’s hands skimmed over my waist and he grinded against me. I moaned as he kissed my neck. “Jesse…”

“Yeah?” He sounded a bit out of breath as I felt his fingers pull up my shirt a bit.

“I’m glad you’re with me.”

He stopped and looked at me. There was no movement from either of us as he just stared at me with those intense eyes of his.

I don’t know what possessed me to do this, but I started crying, right then and there. Pathetic, I know. But I was so angry at what had happened at my house. And Jesse had just happened to call afterwards, and now I was here, in his car, making out with him.

“Hey, baby. What’s wrong?” He got up off of me and let me sit up.

I rubbed at my eyes wearily. “I shouldn’t be here, Jesse. With you, I mean. I have aboyfriend…”

“Who hurt you.”

I looked at Jesse and he just rubbed at the skin under my eyes with his thumbs, caressing away the tears. “Jesse…”

“What does your heart tell you?”

He cupped my face in his hands. His eyes were so sincere and so loving. Everything he said sounded so wonderful and romantic. But I was confused. I had no idea what to say or what to think. More or less, I was lost.

When I didn’t reply, he sighed and pressed his forehead against mine. “You’re a beautiful person, Charlie. You deserve so much better than what he’s giving you right now. God, if I had you…” He closed his eyes and pecked my lips. “I’d make you my everything. I would never do anything to make you like this. Ever.”

He pulled me close against him, until I was lying against his chest, feeling his heart beat against my back in a perfect unison with mine. The both of us stayed like that, lying on the backseat, just listening to each other breathe.

“I think we‘re snow-blind, we‘ve had a hard time, and we can‘t see where we are. Spending our whole lives, walking the same lines, and it doesn‘t seem to stop.”

The lyrics hummed softly in my ear and his sweet voice echoed in my ear. I closed my eyes and just listened. Sometimes, you didn’t have to say anything in this kind of situation.

“This is our life, it‘s all that we get. The days are all numbered and the nights are all spent. Losing our focus, we‘re starting to drag, we‘re running in circles, and we start to feel bad. But it don‘t mean that this ain‘t right. We both just need a little more time.”

He kissed my hair and murmured the rest of the song.

“Oh, but when the night falls down on this place, I will be the one to hold you when the tears fall down your face. I think we’re snow-blind, and it doesn’t seem to stop.”

The last note rang in my ear and I let him keep his arms around me and envelope my hands. And, then, there were those three words that I hadn’t even heard from my own boyfriend.

“I love you. I love you so much Charlie Schuester.” And, the sad thing was, I loved him too.
Santana’s POV

I slammed my locker shut as fifth period rolled around. How in the hell could he!? No one-and I mean no one!- dumped Santana Lopez! I shoved a freshman out of my way as I stormed down the hallway. I was going to find that little slut. The one that caused him to break up with me. Whoever she was, she was in big trouble. And, trust me, I didn’t make threats and not keep them. She was going to pay, big time. That was when it hit me. Any of the girls around me could’ve been her. Crap. I huffed and hurried into Mr. Schuester’s class. I had failed last year so I had to retake it. I was a cheerleader for Christ sake. You think the least thing this guy could do was be a little lenient and pass me with, like, a C or something. But, no. Instead he gave me a big, fat F. Luckily, Ms. Sylvester “talked” to Principal Figgins and was able to keep me on the squad.

Since I don’t like to listen to teachers rant all the time, I was pretty glad when the class was over. Which meant that Glee was next and I could finally give Puck a piece of my mind. I mean, why in the hell would he dump me all of a sudden? The sex was great and we’d never had a fight the whole time we’d been dating. Oh my God. What if he was, like, sick or something and he didn’t want me to know? God, and all this time I’d been worrying he’d been lurking around with some other slut in this high school.

Brittany came up beside me. “I heard Puck broke up with you.”

“Don’t trouble yourself about it, Brit. He was probably just confused. I mean, he had this weird contorted face the whole time he was talking, like he was uncomfortable or something.”

“But, he broke up with you.”

“I know this Brit. I plan on talking to him during Glee, since Mr. Schuester is giving us a day off.”

“He is?”

“Duh.”

As we walked into the choir room, Brittany suddenly yanked me back out into the hall way.

“WTF, Brittany!?”

The girl had a pretty good grip for a cheerleader, not to mention she had practically ripped my arm from the socket.

“I have to go to the bathroom.” She said quickly.

“You went, like, last period.” I stated.

“I have a bladder infection.”

“How can you have a bladder infection?” I asked. “All you ever drink is water and martinis.”

“But, I still have to go to the bathroom.”

I jutted my hip out and put a hand on it. “Are you serious? Brit, you’re a big girl. Go use the bathroom yourself.”

I made my way to the door again, but Brittany dove in front of me.

“Um…excuse me Brit. Can you please just get out of my way and stop acting like a total psycho?”

“I don’t think you want to go in there.”

“Why not?”

“Rachel and Finn are making out in there. And we all know how disgusting that is.”

I rolled my eyes. “I think I can hold down my lunch, Brittany.”

I shoved past her and walked inside. What I witnessed, though, was far more worse than the freak and her jock boyfriend sucking face.

Puck was sitting there, his arm around that stupid niece of Mr. Schuester’s. He leaned over and whispered something in her ear. This only caused her to laugh that idiotic girly laugh that was much more false than Rachel’s when she was pissed that someone got her solo and she was trying to act all cool about it.

What a slut. She was actually looking into his eyes all lovey-dovey and crap and he was just taking it all in. I had every right to go over there, slap him in the face, and pull out her filthy blonde hair by the roots. But I didn’t.

Instead, I watched how he looked at her as she talked. He tried not to show it, but you could practically see the boredom in his eyes. Who was he fooling? He was just using this girl to get whatever he wanted out of her. Just like he did with every other girl in this stupid school. It wouldn’t be too long before she was going to fall just a bit too hard and then he was going to dump her and come crawling back to me.

Of course, I would take him back. I mean, look at the guy. He was number one on every girl’s Hot Man list. And, any girl, even if she was hideous, would immediately be transformed if he went out with her. But I knew that would never happen.

And I also knew that, depending on the girl, it would take Puck a while to realize he’d made a mistake and what not. He couldn’t stay away from me too long. I looked at Charlie as she laughed again. A horrific thought suddenly struck me. Her hair…was. Perfect. The clothes she was wearing were close to as good as that freak Kurt’s, and she had a dancer’s body.

I smirked. If I knew Puck, he wouldn’t be letting her go for a while. Why not speed the process up? I started to examine my nails as Brit came up to me, acting all cool and nonchalant.

“Santana, are you mad?”

“Me? Of course not. This is exactly what I had planned for Charlie. She’s nothing but a threat to this club. The sooner she’s out of here the better.”

“What are we going to do?”

“Right now, we’re going to wait. And, if things get a little too messy, we talk with Sue.”

Brit‘s eyes widened. “And?”

“And then…” My smirk only grew broader. “Well, we’ll just have to see, now won’t we?”