Hey! Hey now! There are also things that aren't Inception! :p Though, hilariously, I had a swear jar mentioned in my last Inception fic. So nyeh. :p


Finn looks like he's in pain. This isn't a recent development or anything, mostly because Berry's been talking for eight and a half minutes--Puck has, in fact, been counting--about the fact that glee club shouldn't be fun and she should have every solo ever because she was the only one who took it seriously. Or something. Puck had sort of tuned out after minute two and a half, when she'd pointed at the fact that Kurt "just wasn't traditional" as a valid reason to deny him the Streisand solo she'd apparently been test-tube conceived to sing.

Puck's pretty sure if looks could kill that Berry would be like the scariest zombie ever right now. They should totally make a video game about that.

"Rach--" Finn says, when she pauses to take a breath.

"Finn, while I appreciate your efforts to work at my level, you must admit you--and no one else in the club--ever can or will."

Finn slumps down, groans like that time he got a shoulder to the balls during a tackle.

Kurt has never looked less sympathetic. He pats Finn's shoulder anyway, and says, "If you're having girl problems, I feel bad for you son."

"Got ninety-nine problems," Puck adds, pulling Kurt into his side with an arm around his shoulders, "but a--"

"Mr. Schue," Rachel buts in shrilly, "I'd like to move to have a swear jar system put in place.