When Puck danced, he got into a sort of zone. The world around him seemed to melt away and all that remained was the dance floor, whether that meant the floor at a club or his backyard or this parking lot. The blood circulating through his body was replaced by the beat of the music thrumming through his veins instead. He didn’t think. He didn’t have to. His body moved on its own, in time with the music. That was part of the reason why he loved dance so much: it took him away from the here and the now and made him forget that he’d been arrested, that his Ma had just lost her job, that his deadbeat dad had showed up a couple of weeks back begging for cash. When dancing, he wasn’t Noah Puckerman, the kid with the criminal record and a bad reputation. He was just another dancer, a performer on the stage. The track ended and Puck swirled to a halt, chest raising and falling with heavy breaths as he leaned over with his hands upon his knees. The CD moved on to the next track, one with a faster tempo and a slicker beat, and his feet were moving again.
He freestyled, mostly, throwing in acrobatic tricks every few steps. He’d just leaped to his feet from a series of spins on the ground and easily moved into a couple of backhand springs. Puck had been too lost in the music to notice the girl hovering in the window, but when he stuck the landing and glanced over at Matt and his brother for their commentary, their gazes were elsewhere. Puck followed their line of sight to the window and, with his usual smirk planted on his face, he waved. Tossing the girl a wink, he sprang back into action, doing a couple of flips right on the spot and landing in a coffee grinder. He then struck a pose just as the song ended, glancing up at the window expectantly. It looked like he’d gained an audience.
Santana just stared as Puck continued to dance in the parking lot. There was something about his moves that captivated her and she just hoped people felt the same way when she danced. With her mind going elsewhere, mostly to the showcase, she didn’t notice when others started to crowd around the window. Unfortunately for them they couldn’t really see since she was standing in the center. Santana turned her attention back outside, freezing when she saw that Puck’s friends had noticed her in the window. She was just debating on whether to continue watching or move when Puck turned to the window himself. Feeling her cheeks heat up with a blush when he waved she quickly stepped to the side of the window, standing sideways so he couldn’t see her anymore. What if he thought she was weird for watching? Or maybe he just let it all go to his head. Santana wasn’t entirely sure which one was the best option. Probably neither.
Brittany was the one to finally snap Santana back to reality. Apparently it had taken her a few different choice words. Santana quickly walked over to Brittany and Artie, turning to glance out the window again before focusing her attention on her friends. Brittany looked out the window to where Santana was, immediately understanding. “He’s cute,” she said, making Santana blush a bit. “Eh, he’s okay.. I was paying more attention to his dancing,” Santana replied. She then tried to change the subject, turning to Artie. “Have you decided on any more songs I should listen to?” Artie quickly pulled out his iPod, handing the headphones to Santana and pressing play on a hip-hop song. As Santana listened she bounced a bit, enjoying the beat but she soon shook her head and took the headphones off her ears. “I like it, but it has too much of an electric beat. We’re going for classical, Artie, classical.” Brittany raised an eyebrow towards Artie and then grabbed Santana by the arm, pulling her away. “You heard the girl,” Brittany said, “classical.” Santana let herself be pulled away by her best friend, but not before she glanced out the window one last time.
David Bowie - Heroes
It had started out like any other night. He and Matt had crashed some party and Matt’s little brother had tagged along and effectively gotten them kicked out of that party. It had been way too early to go home and, since Puck’s Ma was off work and able to watch Sarah, they’d decided to have a little fun. Breaking into the Maryland School for the Arts was easier than jacking someone’s car. Just because it was in a better side of town didn’t mean that kids from the other side of the tracks didn’t venture over. They’d slipped Skinny in through an open window and he’d walked through the dark hallways to let them in the front door. Once inside, the three had explored the place under the cover of darkness, marveling at how big it really was. They tramped through dance studios and Puck had even stopped to toy with some sound-recording equipment, but they eventually stopped in the auditorium. Matt had climbed up on the stage and taken a mock bow while Puck and his brother watched from the seats.
Matt Rutherford wasn’t much of a performer, but he could dance. He was in the middle of a spontaneous routine when the overhead lights flicked on. Puck was on his feet immediately and Skinny had already darted out of a side entrance. The security guard went after Matt and Puck only hesitated for a split second before launching himself on stage and forcing himself between the officer and his friend. They struggled for a second or two before the cop got him to the ground. “Go!” Puck had shouted, giving his friend a glance. Matt had a record. If he got caught, it’d be juvie. His family needed him. And though Puck had been involved in some illegal activity, this was the first time he’d been caught for anything more than vandalism. He’d get off with community service at most. Not that that would make his Ma feel any better.
One week later, Puck was back at the Maryland School for the Arts, except this time it was daylight and he was feeling completely out of place in his sweats and backwards baseball cap. The kids that attended this school were all rich and extremely talented and, mostly, not from his side of town. Breathing out on a sigh, he made his way up the stairs and to the principal’s office. She reprimanded him for being late and he explained that he’d had to take the Subway across town after school and that he could stay as late as she wanted. She’d then issued him a jumpsuit and told him he’d be cleaning up after the spoiled rich kids for the next two months. Puck changed and sulked through the halls, mopping and cleaning as he went. As he walked outside to take out the trash, Matt and Skinny pulled up in a (stolen) car, music blaring from the rolled down windows. Grinning, he tossed the trash in the dumpster, unzipped the jumpsuit and tied the arms around his waist, and slid across the hood of the car, landing so that he could do a few cartwheels before moving into freestyle dance. “I’m probably better than half the kids here, you know…”
Santana was spending this afternoon much like the others; in the dance studio. It was her senior year at the Maryland School for the Arts which meant coming up soon was the senior showcase. The showcase meant everything to her. It would be the deciding factor if she would be going into a dance company or heading to college after graduation. Turning back towards the mirror she began another combination. 'Pique. Fouette. Piroutte. Shenae. Repeat,' was all that was going through her head. She was so into what she was doing that she didn’t hear her boyfriend and dance partner, Mike, enter the room on crutches. “Hey,” he said, which in return made Santana jump. She began yelling at him for scaring her but quickly stopped when she noticed the crutches. “What happened?” Santana was genuinely concerned but there was a part of her that started to freak out about the showcase. Mike shrugged a shoulder, “I was dancing in class today and I guess I landed on it wrong. It’s just sprained so I’m only out for a few weeks. Maybe if you can just find someone to practice with…” Santana nodded, waving her hand. “No, it’s fine. Just focus on getting better,” she said, smile on her face even though she was freaking out. Taking a step towards him she leaned in to kiss his lips gently. “Go rest. I’ll catch up with you later.” Mike kissed her back and then turned around, making his way out of the dance studio.
As soon as Mike was gone Santana collapsed to the floor, head in her hands. “I’m screwed,” she said out loud, trying to come to terms with it. Knowing she had to turn her piece into a solo she soon stood back up, prepared to re-write her entire routine. Santana began doing different moves, seeing what fit and looked good together. A few hours had passed and before she knew it her best friend, Brittany, was entering the room to tell her to go home. “I can’t go home, Britt. Mike’s out.” Brittany hugged her best friend, knowing how much this meant to her. “Why don’t you audition other guys. See if any of them can handle what Mike was doing,” Britt said, trying her best to help the situation. Santana nodded, figuring if she couldn’t find anyone she could continue working out the solo. “That’s a good idea. Thanks, B,” she said before gathering her things and linking arms with the other girl. The two friends then started heading out of the dance studio.
After walking and talking for a few minutes they bumped into their other friend, Artie, who had a bunch of new songs for Santana to listen to. Artie was a genius when it came to digitally mixing songs. Brittany began yelling at Artie for overwhelming Santana with the music. Santana began to hear music coming from outside so as Brittany and Artie argued she walked over to the window. She was a little surprised at first when she looked out to see the guy that was helping the janitor. The two hadn’t really met yet but Santana had to admit that the guy was cute. Staring at the guy dancing she began to wonder what would happen if he was the replacement for Mike. He was obviously talented enough. Santana was impressed as Puck continued to dance. Most of the talented kids around the town went to her school.