Chapter 12.
Bohemian Rhapsody.

"Kurt" Mercedes caught me in the hall. 

I flinched and turned to stare at her in the face. She brushed off the odd movement and grinned.

"It's been so long since we went out, lets go out" 

"Out?" I questioned. 

"As in a coffee or something, I don't feel like I know my right armed man anymore." She put an arm around my shoulder and walked with me to the choir room.

"Sure when were you thinking?" I nodded.

"Tomorrow? I've got to help Puck with his homework. I think Finn is supposed to be joining us too"

I smiled, "Oh dear, Poor Puck." 

Puck looked up as we entered, his name bringing a reaction. "You rang?" He winked.

Santana was in deep conversation with Blaine, though he looked up at my arrival and smiled lightly before turning back to converse.

Rachel waved me over. "I'm throwing a party" She giggled. 

Well this couldn't be good.

"A really big one, for Brittany's birthday" 

This really couldn't be good.

"Oh.. awesome?" 

"You're all invited." She grinned, jumping on the spot. 

I looked over at Blaine to see him already looking back. Though they moved to the floor quickly. I bit my lip.

"I'll help you plan it out" Santana said.

Rachel grinned. "We can be party groupies." 

"Uhm about that.." Santana frowned.

Rachel didn't seem phased by it, "We need food, drnk, dancing.. games" She listed them off on her fingers.

"Count me out" I mumbled. 

Rachel shot her eyes to me. "You've got to come."

"I'll force him" Mercedes squeezed my shoulder, "It can be out outing" She encouraged.

I fell back on my chair.

"Right songs" Rachel said.

"Anything that has a beat usually does it." Santana shrugged.

"Electic impulses" Puck nodded.

"Guys, we really need to get going" Mr Schuester barged through the door, holding a handful of papers. 

"We're discussing Brittany's party" Rachel smiled.

"Good, but Nationals is getting closer and we're no where near ready."

Rachel bit her lip and agreed with a nod. "He's right, we should get practising.

Will handed out some papers in which our parts were printed on.

"Hmm funny enough I can relate" I rolled my eyes, leaning agaisnt the wall. I knew this song off by heart anyway. 

"Is this real life?" Rachel started off the song. "Or is this just fantacy?"

A smile touched my lips as my part aproached. Time to get into charactor.

"I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy" my voice came out right and I got louder as a sense of relief washed over me. I closed my eyes and heard Blaine's voice come into contact with mine.

"Cause its easy come, easy go" His voice was mixed with a hint of high pitched tones from both Mercedes and Brittany. I opened my eyes and watched him sing, he always had such charisma.

We paused and exchanged glances.

"Mumma, just killed a man" Blaine's voice pounced through the room.

"Put a gun against his head" In which he then pointed a finger at Pucks's head, "Pulled a trigger, and now he's dead" He snapped his finger dead, Puck bounced back and fell forward onto a waiting Santana, dropping him to the floor, and cowered into a bowed position. 

The piano started playing. "I see a little silloheto of a man" Artie started singing.

The girls joined in with "Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fantango."

This followed by the remaining guys. "Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightning me." I saw Blaine smiling, it made me smile, recognising he was only getting into his part. 

"Galileo" I screamed, "Galileo" Finn sang after me.

"Galileo Figaro" I sang with Rachel. Paused for breath, grabbed my jacket and put it over my head. "I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me" 

All at once, everyones eyes and fingers pointed at me, "He's just a poor boy, from a poor family, spare him this life of monstrocity"  

I knelt down, "Easy come easy go, will you let me go?" I sang quietly.

"Bismillah! No, we will not let you go." Finn and Blaine sang together.

"Let him go!" Santana and Brittany joined, I bowed my head low as they repeted.

The music increased and Puck came down with his guitar, exchanged a glance with Finn and they both had the very immature boyish grins , Finn jumped onto the drums and started playing the beat,, singing, "So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?.. So you think you can love me and leave me to day, oh baby, can't do this to me baby, just gotta get out, just gotta get right out of here" He bopped his head, We started running in lines, twisting and turning through partners, Stopped and joined in the midde, hands touching together as we spun round in a slow circle. 

"Nothing really matters" I sang, "Anyone can see, nothing really matters, nothings really matters" I looked around at them, walked into the centre. "to meeeeee"

The music paused and we all looked at each other and burst into laughter.