“ please, tell me you have a plan. ”
Character: Noah Puckerman for @artinarps
“I have never had a plan for anything in my entire life, Tina. Rumour has it that my birth wasn’t planned either,” Puck said, completely ignorant to how that probably sounded and the look he was receiving from the girl standing with her arms folded and her eyebrow raised.
The plan was kind of simple.
1. Butter the floor so that when Rachel came into the choir room she would slip and fall and possibly not talk for an entire Glee Club Meeting.
2. Well, that was it. Make Rachel fall over.
3. Record it.
But Puck had kind of overestimated how much butter to use and, well, there had been kind of a lot so most of the front of the room was covered rather than just the small bit he was planning on. And then Tina had appeared out of the instrument cupboard like some kind of freaky fucking banshee or something and scared the shit out of him and he’d…Well.
He dropped the entire thing, okay?
And it was sort of, maybe, already pre-melted and sort of, maybe, spreading over the floor and between them and the only other exit out of the choir room.
His masterplan of being the funniest person in Lima, Ohio was looking more and more like a distant dream as the mess began to creep in towards his converse and Tina sighed impatiently, waiting for him to figure out a way out of this.
“You know, when Mr. Schue walks in and slips I’m probably just going to blame it on you because everybody already knows you hate Rachel,” he smiles at the girl like that’s any help at all. “How’s that for a plan?”
EVEN IF WE DON’T ROLEPLAY TOGETHER, SEND ME A SENTENCE MEME. I JUST WANNA WRITE
