Eyes. She felt their eyes staring her down as she walked down the middle of the hallway. She could feel them, but it wasn't a new feeling. As co-captain of the Cheerios, eyes were expected to be drawn to her. Amelia Brown had everything. The big house, the spot on Cheerios, the beautiful looks, the hot body, the best friends, the voice of Christina Aguilera, but not a guy.
No, she took that back. She had a guy; just not the guy. Noah 'Puck' Puckerman had somehow been her best guy friend since 8th grade. He watched out for her, beating any guy that tried to fool around with her. He was also beneficial. Whoever said that a friend with benefits relationship never worked was highly mistaken.
They had been fooling around for over a year with no significant romantic strings attached. There wasn't any damage being done to one another in any way. Both were free to pursue others anytime they wanted, which Puck took advantage of that bonus pretty much all the time. He secretly thought of Amelia as his best friend. The girl he could actually talk to about his feelings and not get ratted out for it. Getting in her pants was just a really nice extra, but he was definitely not a one-woman man.
Amelia on the other hand never really took control of her romantic life. She constantly stayed busy with being on the Cheerios, in Glee club, and running her social life. Of course, she fitted in a date every now and then with a few boys, but none really fancied her to seek out a more reasonable relationship. So she just stuck to Noah Puckerman when she needed a stress relief.
All in all, her status with Noah was a good one. The only two downers were when Noah got really over protective and people thought they were an actual item. For instance, when a guy would check Amelia out, Noah would immediately go into Puck mode and get super defensive which would lead to everyone gossiping about their relationship. Soon enough, talk would die down when they'd see Puck macking on other girls in the hall ways.
"Hey, Quinn," the brunette walked up towards her blonde best friend. Both were wearing their Cheerio uniforms that day so the need to be stylish was avoided.
"Hey, Mills," she grinned, opening her locker.
As surprising as it sounds, they had managed to stay best friends through the entire Puck/Finn/Baby debacle. Amelia helped Quinn through so much during her pregnancy and even steered clear of any Puckasaurus when Puck was trying to date Quinn. It didn't bother her that much. She just wanted to see her best friends happy.
"Did you talk to Coach Sylvester about that new Beyoncé routine? I seriously think Kurt and Tina should come in and teach the rest of the Cheerios the "Single Ladies" dance." Amelia leaned next to Quinn's locker, watching students walk by them with envious eyes.
"Not yet, I'm going to bring it up at practice today. If only Brittany would stay focused for more than 30 minutes, we wouldn't have to worry about finding other people to teach it." Quinn grabbed her Spanish book and closed her locker.
Amelia nodded in agreement as they walked a few lockers down to stop at her own locker, "I can talk to her with you if you want. Two is always better than one," she grinned at Quinn before grabbing her Spanish book as well.
"That sounds good." Quinn looked behind Amelia, rolling her eyes, "Here comes trouble."
Amelia felt a pair of hands cover her eyes and a body pushed flushed up against her back. She instantly knew it was Puck, but also knew that she could easily get him aggravated. Without waiting for him to say 'guess who', Amelia leaned back against him, placing one hand on his fingers, feeling them, "Well, I know these fingers. They came in handy last night," she grinned upon hearing Quinn's groan of disgust. Amelia pushed her butt into the pelvis behind her, earning a grunt. "Finn, is that you?"
He quickly removed his hands and turned her around. "What the fuck were you doing with Finn last night?" His face was flustered and his hands were already fisted, ready to pound in to anyone's face.
Amelia laughed at him, "Nothing, I was just joking, relax." She grabbed his hand to calm him down, all while grinning at him then turned to Quinn, "He's so temperamental," she joked.
Quinn laughed along, "Seriously, Puck, why would you even think she was doing anything with Finn? She'd never go there." It was true. Not that Finn ever showed any real interest in her, but Amelia could never do that to Quinn or Puck. Plus going for the taken guys was definitely a bad idea. How Rachel Berry could snag Finn Hudson was still a mystery to her. "Oh, there's Kurt! I'm going to ask him about the dance thing real quick," she bolted, leaving Amelia with Puck.
She squeezed his hand before releasing it to shut her locker, "I'm sorry, I won't joke about Finn again."
"Whatever," he huffed, leaning against her locker. He eyed her legs in her uniform, "Can we skip today so I can just fuck you all day?"
She raised an eyebrow at him, "Uh, no," she wrapped her hand around his bicep and started walking, "But you can walk me to Spanish and we can brainstorm what song to sing for our duet in Glee."
Last week, Mr. Schuester had told New Directions that their theme for this week would be duets. It was assumed that everyone would be picking their own partners, so Amelia and Puck joined forces.
"Can we do something that involves heavy metal?"
"No," Amelia said immediately. "We can just talk about it later. I'll see you at lunch." She gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek before walking into Spanish and sitting next to Quinn.
"Kurt's in, so now we can just talk to Coach Sylvester." She muttered, eyeing Sam Evans as he walked into class right as the bell rang. Quinn claimed that she was totally over Sam, but Amelia knew that it was bothering her that Sam was actually over her.
"Quinn, put the daggers down. He's not doing anything," Amelia chuckled, catching Sam's eye as he walked by them. She gave him a small smile before turning to Quinn. "You need to get over that."
"I am over that." Quinn said sternly.
Amelia laughed, "Okay. Sorry I said anything." She shook her head as Mr. Schuester began writing on the board and speaking Spanish.
When Glee club finally rolled around, Amelia walked in and sat in the second row next to Quinn, Santana and Brittany. Mike and Tina were showing signs of repulsive love in the back row while Rachel and Finn were doing so in the front.
"Ugh, why do they have to get their mack on after lunch? I'm totally about to hurl," Santana made a disgusted face along with a gagging sound.
Amelia eyed both couples and thought the same thing, but couldn't really say much about it considering she was thrusting her ass into Puck's groin earlier that morning. Artie rolled in with Sam pushing him as Mercedes, Kurt and Puck filed in too. They all sat in the front row except for Puck, who plopped down next to Amelia.
"All right, guys," Mr. Schuester walked in, noticing the two couples and made a face, "That's enough PDA, you four." He began talking again once they removed their lips from their significant others.
"Thank, God." Santana muttered.
"No, that's Mr. Schue." Brittany stated, patting Santana's shoulder.
"I hope you all enjoyed your weekend-" Mr. Schuester tried to start but was interrupted again.
"I know I did," Puck said, giving Amelia a wink and then eyeing her long, tan legs again.
"Puckerman," Mr. Schuester gave him a look of warning before continuing, "Anyway, I probably gave you all the impression that you could pick your duet partners, but I'm changing it up this year, and we are going to be drawing names from a hat like we did for the ballads."
"Wait, what?" Mercedes interjected, "Kurt and me practiced all weekend to sing "My Boo" by Alicia Keys and Usher."
"I'm sorry, guys, but this is how it's going down. We'll draw names today and then sing them on Friday. So wants to go first?" He picked up the hat on the piano and smiled, shaking it around.
Rachel raised her hand first, quickly jumping up. "I just really hope that whoever I'm partnered with won't mind doing one of my favorite Broadway musicals." She stuck her hand in the hat and brought it back up, reading the name with a paled face, "Santana."
The Latina stood up, "Hell to the no. I am not doing a song with a girl who still shops at Limited Too."
"Sorry, Santana, but she drew your name. Now who's next?"
"Oh, god, save me," Rachel mumbled, sitting back down next to Finn.
"I'll go," Puck stood up, reached in and read, "Kurt."
"This should be interesting," Kurt stated, eyeballing Puck's biker boots with distaste.
When Puck sat back down, Amelia couldn't help but giggle and whisper at him, "I wonder if Kurt wants to sing a heavy metal song."
He looked at her, showing no signs of amusement, "With my luck, I'll be singing Annie or Sound of Music."
She laughed again, "You'll pull it off, don't worry." She felt his arm go around the back of her chair and she smiled to herself, feeling content. Quinn went next, drawing Mercedes, next was Finn drawing Mike, then Tina drawing Brittany.
Sam went next and read his slip of paper, "Amelia."
Her head shot up at the sound her name, "Oh, awesome." She smiled at Sam for the second time that day and felt Noah and Quinn both staring at her.
"So that leaves you and me, Artie." Mr. Schuester said, "Remember to keep the songs clean and to practice for this. Whoever wins will get a prize this time." Everyone gave him fake cheers as he dismissed them.
"Do you need a ride today?" Noah asked, walking Amelia to her locker.
She shook her head, "I've got Cheerios, plus I drove the Range Rover today. My dad's out of town again."
"Cool," he grinned, raising his eyebrows, "So does that mean I can come over after practice?"
Amelia put her Math book in her locker, glancing at him, "I'll let you know when I get home."
"All right, then. I gotta head off to football anyway. I'll see ya later, babe." He smacked her ass lightly, causing her to yelp and laugh as he walked away.
"Hey," Amelia jumped at the voice. Sam laughed, "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
"Oh, no, it's okay. You just caught me off guard." She waved him off, "What's up?"
"Well, I was just wondering if you wanted to get together tonight to work on our duet," he smiled, leaning on the lockers.
Amelia thought of Puck coming over, "I can't tonight, but tomorrow should be good. My house?"
Sam nodded, "That sounds good. Just text me your address and I'll be there."
"It'll probably be late. I've got Cheerios tomorrow till 6. So, does 8 sound all right?" She closed her locker, glancing at her watch. She had three minutes to get to practice.
"Sounds perfect, I'll see you tomorrow." He waved and walked away, seeing she was obviously in a hurry.
"See ya', Sam." She jogged off to practice, catching up with Quinn on the way, "Hey, you stormed off after Glee, so I didn't get a chance to walk with you."
"Oh, sorry," Quinn said, "I figured I'd talk to Coach Sylvester before we started practice."
"Without me?" Amelia slightly frowned.
"You looked a little busy talking to Sam, so I just,-"
"Whoa, Quinn, I'll just go ahead and stop you. It's so obvious that you're still feeling something for Sam, but just know that I'm not going to do anything with him except sing a song." She saw Quinn's face relax. "You know I don't have time for dating."
"I'm sorry, Amelia, I just thought—" She shook her head, "Never mind. It's nothing."
"Good," Amelia smiled, "Now let's go talk to Coach."
After practice, Amelia drove home ready to strip off her Cheerios uniform and into a pair of jeans. She was surprised to see her mother's BMW gone from the garage seeing as it was only a Monday night. Amelia unlocked the door from inside the garage that led in to the kitchen. There wasn't a note on the counter so she just walked upstairs confused by her disappearance.
Her bedroom light was on from the hallway but Amelia swore she had turned it off before she left that morning. She shook off the uneasy feeling in her stomach and headed straight for her closet, grabbing a tank and pair of jeans. She placed the clothing on her bed and started undressing from her uniform.
She was standing there in her black bra and matching string bikini undies when she felt a pair of hands slide around her waist. Amelia left out a loud scream and heard Noah's laughter fill her hears, "Damn, girl." He removed a hand to cover his right ear.
"Shit, Puckerman! You just gave me a fucking heart attack!" She smacked his chest and pushed him away by his shoulders. He staggered back a little but because she was so dainty he stayed close enough to keep his hands on her naked waist.
"So? You're giving me one too! Looking all fine in your black undies," he grinned pulling her close. "You know what black does to me."
Amelia felt her heart beating out of her chest, more from being scared than Noah's suggestions. "How the hell did you even get in my house?"
"Your mom let me in. She had to go to some book club meeting, or was it booster club?" He looked down, trying to remember with a confused look. "Anyway, it doesn't matter because she said she'd be gone for like two hours." He gave her big horn dog grin and waggled his eyebrows at her.
She couldn't help but laugh at him, "You only need like 15 minutes."
"That was one time!" He argued, giving her the 'I'm totally badass, bitch' look. "I had to get home to watch my sister and you had been turning on Puckasaurus all day!"
Amelia scoffed at him as if saying 'If you say so'. She turned back around to grab her tank top. She was about to pull it when she felt Puck slide up behind her and grab her waist. They were in the same position as they were that morning by her locker. Amelia's breath hitched in her throat as she felt Noah's lips fall to her neck in light, feather kisses. One hand gripped her waist while the other pulled the tank out of her hands, tossing it somewhere around her bed.
"Noah," she moaned out, feeling a hand travel to her thigh and his mouth move to her ear, tugging on her ear lobe.
"Two hours," he grunted in to her ear. Amelia couldn't take it anymore and she turned around to face him, grabbing the back of his head and pulling his lips on hers. The kiss was rough and full of need and when she felt his tongue on her lips, she opened up, letting him inside to battle with her own tongue.
His hands wandered down south and grabbed her ass, easily lifting her up to wrap her long legs that turned him on so much around his waist. He groaned at the feeling of her causing more friction from being so close to his groin.
Amelia smiled in to the kiss, loving every minute of knowing she could turn the Puckasaurus on in a flash. Her smile was lost when one of Puck's hands travelled north and unhooked her bra in one swift. She leaned back in his arms to pull it off and felt herself land on the bed with him on top of her, enjoying the view.
"You've got two hours, Noah. Make it count," she grinned devilishly, knowing that he could spend at least 30 minutes just doing incredible things to her chest.
"Oh, believe me, Milly. It's gonna be the best two hours of your life," He said with a smug look on his face before leaning down and capturing her lips with his.