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[WMHS weight room, backdated to last Thursday, Puck/OPEN]
Regionals were that weekend, so New Directions was rehearsing like mad.
Puck thought they had a real chance of moving on to Nationals, even though they were going up against one team that had beat them last year and another that was the love child of a barbershop quartet and a boy band. Aural Intensity beat them only because New Directions had gotten screwed out of the W, and Dalton was going down because their mascot had died (and he, Noah Puckerman, had absolutely nothing to do with that). New Directions' songs were so awesome that if they didn't get the win that was rightfully theirs, he was going to take a flamethrower to the auditorium.
With that confidence, however, came a lot of nervous energy and Puck needed to blow off some steam. In a previous life, he might have done it by nailing one of the Cheerios under the bleachers or throwing a couple of kids into Dumpsters, but this time his only option, really, was to pump some iron.
There were a couple of hockey meatheads in the weight room when he got there, but with Karofsky gone and a bunch of halfway decent dudes from the basketball team present for backup, they didn't pick on Puck, not even when he "cordially" invited them to watch the Glee Club compete at Regionals.
((OOC: Of course, the mod post went up on Saturday, Philippine time, so I thought Regionals was this coming weekend. Thank you, International Date Line. Nevertheless, Puck refuses to think of any other activity for the week so you're all stuck with this :-p))
Puck thought they had a real chance of moving on to Nationals, even though they were going up against one team that had beat them last year and another that was the love child of a barbershop quartet and a boy band. Aural Intensity beat them only because New Directions had gotten screwed out of the W, and Dalton was going down because their mascot had died (and he, Noah Puckerman, had absolutely nothing to do with that). New Directions' songs were so awesome that if they didn't get the win that was rightfully theirs, he was going to take a flamethrower to the auditorium.
With that confidence, however, came a lot of nervous energy and Puck needed to blow off some steam. In a previous life, he might have done it by nailing one of the Cheerios under the bleachers or throwing a couple of kids into Dumpsters, but this time his only option, really, was to pump some iron.
There were a couple of hockey meatheads in the weight room when he got there, but with Karofsky gone and a bunch of halfway decent dudes from the basketball team present for backup, they didn't pick on Puck, not even when he "cordially" invited them to watch the Glee Club compete at Regionals.
((OOC: Of course, the mod post went up on Saturday, Philippine time, so I thought Regionals was this coming weekend. Thank you, International Date Line. Nevertheless, Puck refuses to think of any other activity for the week so you're all stuck with this :-p))