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Puck sat idly – when was he ever not idle – in the glee room. It was the last place that anyone who knew him would have thought he'd be, and that was exactly why he was there.
The school, hell, the whole of Lima's opinion about him was based on this badass reputation he'd had for years, but it was suddenly changing for him. It was like they'd all up and realised that he was a loser masquerading as a badass, and they took it upon themselves to let him know. Ever since the baby problem… Slushies in the face and a severe lack of sex led him to where he was now: the fucking sing-song room.
Maybe if he could just start again from the bottom. He'd built up his rep once, and he could no doubt do it again, even this late in the game. He'd bet on it.
It was last period, and he'd leave soon, but he was pretty much on his last straw with the school, so he figured getting caught leaving too early could potentially end it for him. Of course, if anyone asked him, he just couldn't be bothered to get up. He didn't care about school.
God he was too good at being a badass, just reiterating his previous point. He could be badass wearing a pink bow and singing Little Bo Peep.
As he lost himself in his badass thoughts, trying to figure out how he could rock the bow look, Rachel walked confidently in. She took so long to notice him that it was if his being there was so impossible that he wasn't there.
But she eventually noticed him.
"Noah?" She didn't even try to hide the incredulity in her voice.
He just raised an eyebrow at her, forming a quick plan in his mind. She always seemed to be five minutes ahead of everybody else, so he probably had a good few minutes before they could expect anybody, even teachers, and he really needed a pick-me-up.
"Rachel." He pushed himself up and started to slowly make his way across the room towards her, raking his eyes up her legs, over her perfect ass and past her volumous hair and to her deep browns, pausing almost-suggestively on her full lips. "Figured you'd be here."
As he said this, he wondered without actual interest if he had.
Rachel's face froze as he grew closer. "Noah, wha-?"
"I want you." He stated simply, almost within reach of her soft skin. "And I want your sexy body underneath my smokin' one."
He smirked and pouted at the same time. He raised one hand, a finger extended, and trailed it down the side of her face. She stopped his hand suddenly as it reached her chin, and with an awkward smile she pulled it down to hold between both of her hands.
"Noah, I…" She gave him a half-sympathetic, half-sheepish look and sighed. "I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in you in that way, especially since…"
Noah pulled his hand away sharply. "Since fucking what?"
"Since the whole Finn/Quinn/baby issue," Rachel stated, blunt as ever, "You just can't be trusted as a potential boyfriend, due to your history as a cheater."
Puck gritted his teeth. He couldn't hit a girl. He could not hit a girl.
Rachel smiled, oblivious to how much her insult had stung, and looked back to the bag that she had left on top of the piano. With no further word, Puck grabbed his shit and stormed out, quietly so that she wouldn't know he was storming out.
As he reached the door, he threw in a "your loss," to ensure he retained his status as badass, but he knew for a fact that it wasn't.
The halls were busy now, so he blended in – as much as a hot bod and rockin' Mohawk would allow – enough, in fact for Quinn, his post-pregnancy ex to almost entirely ignore him.
It was almost because Puck snagged her arm. He was going to get some tonight, no matter who it was from.
"You game, babe?" He wobbled his eyebrows suggestively, pout-smirking as she took in his meaning.
Quinn snorted. "I'm the president of the celibacy club, Puck. What do you think?"
Puck snorted more spitefully right back at her. "Who had sex with me, and got pregnant. What's changed?"
"I got integrity and dumped you ass. I popped the little sucker out and then I got re-hymenated." Quinn said proudly, tugging her arm free of his loosening grasp.
Puck laughed out loud, causing a few stares. It was finals season, and nobody was in a laughing mood.
Slightly quieter, but still loud enough for people to hear, he laughed out a question, "Re-hymenated. What in the hell is that?"
Quinn locked her jaw. "It means I renewed my virginity." Puck opened his mouth to talk, a smirk on his lips, and she interrupted him before he could say something crude about who her virginity belonged to, "Spiritually."
Puck sneered, realising now he had no chance with this one, and said something about who her virginity belonged to anyway as he strutted down the hall away from her.
It was just one of those days. Even Santana wasn't interested, and his attempts to confuse Brittany so she thought she wanted to sleep with him didn't work, so he was left almost at his car without a single piece of ass at his disposal.
Then he spotted her.
The first thing he saw was her legs. They were the perfect shape, tanned and smooth, her curves highlighted by the strappy black stilettos she had on, and covered only slightly by the skin-tight red dress she was wearing that had a slit from her very upper right thigh that spread to uncover the entire leg. His eyes slowly moved up her body, to her taught stomach and her amazing breasts. They weren't massive, so that she would look like a hooker, but they weren't flat. They were… perfect, and the dress cut across them to reveal just enough cleavage. The straps were only just there, showing off her slim collarbones and arms, only covered by the bouncy blonde hair that crowned her head. And her face! Full, red lips, piercing green eyes, and skin so smooth you'd think she was wearing a mask. So beautiful, so stunning, so hot, and so unfair that she didn't stand a chance against Puck's wiles.
Do guys have wiles? He couldn't remember, but he was sure they had charm, so yeah: she didn't stand a chance against his charm.
The best thing about her was: she was leaning on his car.
As his thoughts finally processed that he was going to get some action tonight, he was standing in front of her, an impressed look on his face.
She stood up and smiled at him. "Noah Puckerman." It wasn't even a question.
He froze, suddenly anxious. She knew his name, and while his reputation preceded him within McKinley High and the cougar possy, he knew for a fact she belonged to neither of these – she looked way to young to be a cougar, and too old to be in high school. Plus he would have remembered her.
Nervous, now, but still hopeful, he answered, "That would be me… and you are…?"
She smiled gracefully, and it kind of freaked him out because it was so vacant, but not enough to stop him from fantasising about taking her right there, fingers digging into her soft flesh, her screaming his name (since she clearly knew it)… He quickly focused on the now before his trousers got too tight.
"My name is Cameron Aphunk, and I was brought to you by the fates." She had an airy sound to her voice, and she sounded a bit high, but as long as it meant Puck wasn't in any trouble he was game.
Puck smirked a little. "As in funk?"
Cameron never lost eye contact. "You know it."
A bit taken aback by her answer, but nevertheless relieved, he stepped a bit closer, so he was closer than friends or complete strangers (who weren't about to have hot naked sex), but not close enough for her to feel overwhelmed. She unexpectedly moved forward, already up for anything he wanted to do.
He bit his lip and took the leap, leaning in slowly to gauge her response. She immediately took his head in her arms and threw herself fully into a passionate kiss, clutching at the small amount of hair in his Mohawk. Deciding they had better move this action somewhere where they wouldn't be gawped at by passers by who fell into the categories of teenage, hormonal and randy before he got too caught up and fucked her right there on the tarmac, he whisked her up into his strong arms and threw her over his shoulder to get him into the truck. She giggled mindlessly, and he hoped she didn't do that too often because it was really creepy, but then she grabbed his ass and all was forgiven.
She climbed into the seat and pulled up her knees as she watched him pull away and drive as fast as he could to the best place to have sex in a car and not get caught; what Puck unimaginatively liked to call "Puck's Secret Place".
Halfway through the drive, Cameron spoke up, still fixed in the mindless-smile face and hugging-knee pose, "We can have sex…" Puck had figured that much out. "If…"
The car swerved slightly as Puck spluttered. "What do you mean, if?"
Her expression remained unmoved and she continued. "If you make a bet. Work your way up and you can come back."
"What the hell? Are you fucking with me?" He considered turning the car around and dumping her crazy ass on the street.
"You're so cocky you will anyway." She sounded kind of like she was talking to herself. "Just take the bet and we can have sex the way you like it."
Puck swallowed, distracted by the image of her on top of him pulsing up and down on his… It was like she was inside his head, focusing him on all of the sex hormones racing through his veins, ignoring the crazy she was emanating.
He swallowed again. "What bet?"
She smiled. "You'll see."
She then pulled herself up and crawled forward revealing more of her cleavage to him, pursing her lips into a familiar smirk-pout before reaching him and wrapping her smooth tongue around his earlobe.
The hell with it. She was offering him free sex to make a bet that didn't make any sense and she was so crazy and high that she probably didn't know what was going on, and that always makes the best sex.
Not so much for her, since she most likely wouldn't remember it – which was why Puck had never once taken drugs in his life – but for him it was like fucking an angel. A willing, hypersensitive, fuck-hot angel.
He sighed and resigned. "Fine, deal." He pulled into Puck's Secret Place and turned with a smirk to her. "Now let's fuck."
She was already on his side, and once he'd put it in park and turned the engine off she yanked him underneath her and began to unbutton his shirt as quickly as she could, leaving a trail of kisses down his chest.
With a moan, Puck clawed at her skin, muttering, mainly to himself, "This is gonna be so fucking good!"
She paused for breath and gazed at him, "It will… change your life."
He almost stopped.
The way she said it suggested more than a chat up line, or dirty talk, but instead it was like she knew something he didn't. And then she pulled her dress over her head, exposing her perfectly perky breasts and he forgot all about that.
Puck woke up alone in his Secret Place. Firstly, he noticed that he had fallen asleep, and girls rarely made him fall asleep, so Cameron must have been good. Then, he realised that alone meant she'd left, and he was confused, but he was pretty okay with it, since it meant no awkward goodbye. Finally, but most importantly, he realised he was lying on gravel. This, of course, meant that his car was gone. That fucking bitch had stolen his truck.
She'd been damn playing him the whole time, that whore!
Angrily, and with more energy than he normally had when he'd first woken up, he jumped onto his feet and looked around. He let out a train of curse words that Rachel Berry would definitely would not have approved of (Quinn wouldn't have either, he added consciously to his thoughts).
With gritted teeth, he shoved his arms in his jacket pockets and began the long walk home. His mom was gonna be so pissed at him, and then she'd bring out the 'You're not Jewish enough' card, and somehow she'd end up blaming his father for leaving four years ago.
It took him nearly an hour and three quarters to walk home, but he was sulking so normally it would have taken him less. When he got there something didn't feel quite right. The yard was clear, and a respectable ford working-man car sat in the driveway, next to some pussy's pink-tinged banger. He approached the door carefully, both cautious of what had changed, and trying to avoid his mom. When he got there, he noticed a small note taped to it that said:
Noah,
We've all gone for a walk with the dog.
Dinner's in the oven if you need it.
Lots of love,
Mom xxx
A fucking dog? They didn't have a dog! Puck didn't know what this was all about, so he figured maybe he had some sort of animal sense that had thrown him off because there was a new dog in his house that he hadn't expected. Wait, his mom hadn't told hi about it and he just hadn't listened, because she would be so pissed off at him if that were the case. He would have to just play it cool and pretend like he knew what was happening in his life.
Absentmindedly making his way through the house, he carelessly flung his jacket over the banister and – trying to ignore the tidy, clean house he had just entered, as opposed to the usual clutter that they had to wade through to get in the front door, because that weirded him out too much – made his way upstairs.
He grabbed the handle of his door, making a mental note to have it out with his mom about the posters that used to be on his door that she must have taken down. As soon as he entered the room, he knew it wasn't just him.
His room was tidy, and the last time his mom had tidied in there, she swore she would die before doing it again; there was also homework on a desk, all of which had never existed in this room since Puck had moved in; and, there was a thin boy with a face like a deer in the headlights.
Puck reared his hand back and smacked him in the chin, sending him crashing over the bed and to the floor.
The boy curled up into a defensive ball, but Puck yanked him up, trembles and all. It looked kind of like he'd just peed his pants.
He was shaking in Puck's hand, but he gave him an odd look, before deciding to ignore whatever thought had just entered his mind and blurting out, "Please, just take whatever you want and go!"
What the hell? None of this made sense to him, and he was so close to beating the crap out of the little weed in front of him. There was something familiar about the boy, though, and Puck couldn't quite place him.
"Who the fuck are you?" He yelled, purposefully making anger the main emotion on his face.
The weed fidgeted, still dangling slightly from Puck's extended arm and answered in a weak, pitiful voice.
"Noah Puckerman."
Hope y'all enjoyed it. More to come soon. Loving the Puckleberry atm, but it won't be all that, no worries. Please Review! 3
