Hello! This was written for Day One of Puckleberry Week on tumblr. A deleted scene from 1X1 "Pilot"
"Let's get these teen hearts beating faster, faster!"
Puck took a deep breath, feeling that barely imperceptible increase in the intensity of his heart beat that always came with singing. He'd never admit it to anyone, cause shit, he was a stone cold badass, but he kind of really loved singing. And the only way he really got to do it was in the shower at home and in his truck alone. That's why Monday evenings were super awesome for him. He sat out in his truck in front of the Dance Motion center in the outskirts of Lima, waiting for his little sister to finish her "little ducks" beginners ballet.
He was always there early, so he had plenty of time to rock out all by himself. He checked the rear view mirror and put his best rockstar expression on before belting his favorite part of the song.
"I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck, than any boy you'll ever meet..."
"Noah?"
Puck jumped in his seat, slamming his head against the top of his truck as he looked down at the intruder on his me time. He glared with the full on fury of the Puckasaurus, ready to murder whoever it was in exchange for blissful silence. No way was a radio sing-a-long (no matter how amazing) was going to ruin his rep. Standing a few steps away from his driver's door was Rachel Berry. The girl who used to be his friend before they actually met people outside their temple. His ma and her dads got along pretty well, and he was sure Hiram Berry would probably break his arms if he found out about the slushies. And then Leroy would tell his ma and he would be legit murdered and buried in his back yard.
And here she was, adding more ammunition to her possible blackmail folder. Slushies, teasing at school, and now...
"That was-vulgar, but..."
"Get stuffed, Berry," Puck grumbled.
"Your voice is quite amazing!" Rachel exclaimed, her eyes as wide as saucers. "Noah, you have a lovely tenor range and spectacular tone! And the pitch is..."
"Oh my God, you're going to kidnap me and keep me under your bed," Puck muttered, looking at her in extreme fear. She rolled her eyes at him and he shrugged, "You can kidnap me and keep me IN your bed."
"Ugh," Rachel scoffed. "The day I let you willingly touch me...is...is..."
"Getting all hot under your collar thinking about letting me touch you, huh?" Puck turned on the sudden charm that had melted many a hot housewives' panties.
Rachel pursed her lips and adjusted the bag full of dance gear that was sitting on her shoulder. She buried the internal shiver Puck's teasing always seemed to generate, no matter how much her very logical brain told her to hate this boy who may have been her childhood friend, but now was nothing more than her tormenter. It was some sort of twisted Stockholm syndrome, or something equally as terrifying. She wanted nothing to do with him, really. Certainly not let him touch her with those...hands, and long fingers and...
She shook her head just once to shake her thoughts clear and re-focused her mind on what was important. Building an amazing Glee club, using in her multi-pronged plan to become a star, and then rub her amazingness in Noah Puckerman's and every else's face.
"Mr. Schuester is holding Glee club auditions tomorrow. You should try-out," Rachel insisted, business-like and serious. Puck burst out into hysterical laughter and Rachel rolled her eyes as he clutched at his sides and wheezed for air in between choking laughter. "I can tell that you love to sing. I KNOW that you love to play the guitar. And you're quite good at both. We could build an amazing club together, Noah."
"We could also have some fucking FANTASTIC Jew sex, and I don't see that happening," Puck arched a sexy eyebrow.
"I have trump cards, Noah. And I'm not afraid to use them in order to get what I want," Rachel insisted primly, steadfastly ignoring the pure sex oozing out of him and straight at her. It seemed impossible that one high school sophomore should have that much charisma and sexual appeal.
"We can both get what we want, Princess," Puck shrugged, now waggling an eyebrow at her. "You...me...your frilly little four poster twin bed in your sunshine yellow room...lights out, hands all over your rocking ass...my mouth sucking on your-"
"NOAH!" Rachel hissed, her cheeks flaming red. She could feel her pulse pounding so hard and so loud that he MUST have heard it too. She stamped her foot in frustration and screamed, "FORGET IT!"
She stormed away, leaving Noah to sing his favorite line again, louder and seemingly more sultry than before, "I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck, than any boy you'll ever meet..."
Noah was a last resort. Rachel intrinsically knew that she wouldn't last two weeks of rehearsal with him before his constant teasing and admittedly sexy voice beguiled her into losing her panties. There had to be someone else.
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