"No one's saying that, man," Mike said, attempting to placate Puck before this ego show really went on the road, so to speak. Honestly, he was kinda excited for some summer rehearsals. Oh, not for the eight hours of daily color-coded practice charts that Berry had undoubtedly drawn up, but seeing Vocal Adrenaline's kickass choreography (they were douchebags, but they could dance) made him want to work out some new moves. Better to do it with the club than in front of his bedroom mirror, especially since his parents got annoyed with all the noise from upstairs.
He considered saying all this aloud, but talking about dance still made him feel kind of, well, gay, no offense to Hummel. At least glee club was a slightly manlier alternative than the Cheerios or freaking ballet club. "I'm with Matt. Being back-up is getting old."