Prompt from LiveJournal Drabble Meme: "I swear a good massage is the easiest way in my pants. Not that there's a hard way... but you know what I mean."

The whole weekend had been tenuous for the whole Glee club, Mr. Schue included. They had gotten past Sectionals and had beaten the a-cappella choir and the glee club with the elderly folks. Now it was time to go and beat Vocal Adrenaline and another choir that had made it past Sectionals and to Regionals. Mr. Schue had been riding them hard ever since they had won. He had introduced seven new numbers in the past two weeks and had them perfect the music and choreography.

They had just finished the choreography for Cowboy Casanova, which involved a whole bunch of new choreography that made them twist, turn, and perform stunts that made their muscles tensed up. It was a Saturday, weekend practiced were mandatory now on Saturdays and Sundays from ten to five every single day, and they were sitting on the floor of the stage, too tired to move, and nursing bumps and bruises from colliding with each other and the floor.

Rachel sat away from the rest of the Glee club, placing an ice pack on the side of her head where Finn's elbow had slammed into it. Finn tended to be running into her more and more now-a-days, ever since they had broken up due to the huge blowout after she had found out the truth about Santana. Having secluded herself from the rest of the group after the break-up, she no longer cared to attempt to be one of the group.

The rest of the glee club was complaining about all their sore muscles and of how many times Finn had run into them and where. Rachel wanted to put in her two cents and say that he had bumped into her seven times with an hour and how many times he had accidentally "pushed" her to the ground and the bruises and bumps on her head from just Finn. But she stayed silent, watching her co-members nurse their bumps and bruises back to where they were able to stand up and walk to retrieve their stuff from the choir room.

Rachel, however, stayed on the ground keeping the ice pack against a particularly nasty bruise on her cheek where Finn's hand had landed when he was trying to twirl her and had slapped her instead of grabbing her hand. Everyone had left, save for one person. Noah Puckerman sat across the stage, dangling his legs over the side of the stage. He wore a black tank top, loose sweatpants, and sneakers. He also was rubbing his shoulders, trying to get the knots in them loose.

Ever since Beth had been born and Puck had been released from juvie, he had begun to be reclusive and quiet, staying away from group functions and bonding. He had not wanted anything to do with the Glee club afterwards, but he snapped at them when they questioned him that it was the only thing that kept him sane anymore.

"Hello, Noah," She said from the opposite side of the stage as him.

"Berry," He mumbled, still rubbing his shoulder. He kept vigorously rubbing his shoulder, looking like he was trying to get rid of the knot in his back.

"How are you," She whispered, hating the silence and animosity between the two.

"I'm fine, Berry," He grumbled, still not looking at her. His head was down as he continued to rub at his back.

"You know, the polite response to me would be to ask me how I am fairing on this particular day," Rachel said, still looking at his back.

"Berry, you really don't want to mess with me right now," He snapped, finally turning his head and looking over his shoulder to glare at her with as much hatred as he could muster.

"I was just stating that that was the polite response to when someone asks you how you are fairing," She said tiredly, watching as he continued to rub his shoulder.

"I am tired, hungry, and sore. You really don't want to continue this fucked up conversation right now," He snapped at her, watching her face sink a little bit.

"You really should watch your language, Noah. It is a particularly horrid habit, to swear. It is vile and uncouth to let loose such language," She insisted, giving him a tired glare right back.

"I don't give a flying fuck, Berry. My language should mean nothing to you," He said, swearing softly as he moved back around to face the seating in the auditorium.

Sighing softly, Rachel stood up quietly and made her way over to Noah and knelt down behind him. "Lay on your stomach, Noah," She said in his ear. He jumped into the air and quickly turned his head, which resulted in him cracking his neck violently.

"What the fuck are you doing, Crazy? Are you trying to give me a heart attack or something," He demanded, moving at least a foot away from her.

"No, Noah, your back is hurting from the choreography today. I am just going to assist in alleviating some of the pain by performing a massage," Rachel said, nodding softly in his back to lie down.

He looked reluctantly at her as if she was going to behead him or chop off and eat one of his toes. Nodding softly, he took his shirt off, revealing his rippling muscles and his lovely arms. Then, he laid down his sweater jacket, put his head on it, and lie down, back up. Slowly and carefully, Rachel sat up on her knees and straddled Noah on his butt and then sitting down softly, distributing her weight carefully.

He groaned softly as she began pressing her hands and fingers down into the sore muscles of his shoulder blades and back. She pushed down into the soft tissue to get it unknotted and compliant to move with her hands that were pressing into his muscle. When she got to a particular part on his back, he groaned loudly. Noticing the tight knot, she started to work at it by stubbornly pushing into the muscle and rolling the balls of her hands to help work it out.

At one point when she reaches about his mid-back, he mumbles, "Right there, keep it right there." Smiling slightly, she continued to work at the knot that was under his skin.

"You're so tight, Noah," She murmured as she continued to work her way down his back and onto his lower back near the waist band of his sweat pants. He chuckled at her statement.

"I am always tight, babe, you just have to find the right spot," He growled seductively up at her.

Rachel glared down at him as she massaged his hips to get the loose and fleshy again, instead of tight and knotty. As she finished, he growled when she got off of him.

"That felt so great," Puck mumbled as he sat up, cracking his back loudly, which made him sigh and Rachel wince at the noise. Looking at her, he sighed and said, "Thank you, Rachel, for giving me a massage." Nodding softly, she stood up slowly, wincing as her own muscles complained. "Do you need a massage," He asked, giving her a sly smile.

"No, I am fine; I have a massage chair at home that hits all the right spots. And, plus, you are welcome for the massage. I have performed one in quite a while, so I was a little rusty," She said, turning her back to get some knots out of it.

"Babe, if that was rusty, I have to see you when you forget everything you know. That was the best massage I have ever had. I swear a good massage is the easiest way in my pants. Not that there's a hard way... but you know what I mean," He sent her a sly smile as she glared at him.

"Noah, really, you can be so uncouth sometimes," She sneered and started to walk away.

"I'll show you how uncouth I can really be," Puck growled and he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her back to him, all the angles and lines of their body touching point for point.

She gasped, looking into his hazel eyes. She was breathing heavily, waiting for the next action of the boy in front of her. All of a sudden, he swooped down and captured her lips between his own and started to massage her lips.

Sooner than she would have liked, he released her and started to walk away. As he left, he said, "That's pay-back for the massage. You massage me and I massage you."

Well, readers, there is the end of my one-shot! I hope you like it! Review and tell me how you think it is!

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