A/N: Before I start, I must say that I am horrible with updating. This time though, I have a good friend reading this and nagging me about finishing so I think that might help more. It's just school is what gets in my way. And I am terribly sorry if this seems rather ooc. Sometimes I get so self conscious about my writing. Feedback would be amazing. If you tell me what i'm doing wrong, I can change it. Thanks for reading : D
He watched, appalled and amused, at the last place he ever thought he would be on Halloween night.
She was eating a salad. A fucking salad. All guys new Halloween was a night where women could scarf down some chocolate and not get mocked for it. Most of the girls at school hung together on Halloween night, just passing around the bowl of assorted candy. But this girl- she sat eating a salad. It was sad.
Of course, stalking Rachel Berry through her window wasn't very practical either.
Puck had been so happy when Matt had asked him and some of the other guys if they wanted to go out that night, scaring some of the girls that went to their school. Puck had jumped at the idea when Mike had suggested scaring the prude out of Rachel Berry. It sounded like it would be the most fun he'd had in weeks.
"You guys come on," Finn whispered loudly. "This is wrong! You can't just invade in other people's priva-" Before he could finish his rant, Matt jumped in. "Dude, we get it, Quinn blew you off tonight. We said you could come as long as you didn't ruin our fun. This-you talking- is ruining our fun."
Puck rolled his eyes, nodding as Matt spoke. "We know you have some sort of girly crush on Berry, but we don't. We actually don't like her all that much" Puck interjected, shrugging with one shoulder.
Finn glared at his best friend. "I don't have a girly crush on her. She's my friend though. I care about her." Puck threw his head back in annoyance. "Yeah yeah. Berry, your new best friend. All I hear when you talk about her is 'blah blah blah, I am a faggot!'" "Puck, why do you have to be like that" Finn snapped, his eyes hard. Puck shrugged "Because your mom is the only one I haven't screwed." "Thank god" Finn mumbled. "Wait-Whoa- You fucked my mother" Mike yelled. "…Maybe" Puck said slowly, looking at Rachel closely through the window.
She had on this ensemble. This little outfit…that just made him want to grab her and take it off! Damn it, this is Rachel we're talking about. He thought. "You guys seriously, Rachel didn't do anything to you" Finn started again. Puck groaned inwardly. I am so glad Quinn decided to hang out with Santana and Brittany tonight He thought, sarcastically.
"Guys-maybe he's right. Scaring our girlfriends would be much more fun" Matt slowly started to agree. Several of the other guys mumbled with 'yeah' or 'he has a point.'
Mike scoffed "Screw you guys, Puck and I will do it."
Puck looked inside once more and saw she was finally doing something normal. Watching one of those stupid horror movies that scared the shit out of girls. Perfect. He nodded "Yeah, this should be fun." Matt sighed and looked at Finn, then back to Puck and Mike. "Well we did come all the way out here" He said, giving in.
"Now-Where is the fuse box" Puck asked happily, searching around the house.
Finn smirked, and crossed his arms. "I'm smart enough to know that fuse boxes are on the inside of the house." Puck scoffed "Not everywhere. In fact…I just found it."
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Rachel sat on her couch, her knees tucked underneath her as she watched some heinous horror movie that had been on television. She'd never really ever bothered to sit down and watch one and figured in the spirit of Halloween she would start tonight. She had thrown on a tank top, and pajama shorts when the kids had started to dissipate. Normally she would wear something a little less revealing. Maybe an oversized t-shirt, but it was unnaturally warm in her house and her fathers were out of town. She figured she would get comfortable.
She was always amiable on Halloween. She loved it. Little kids in costumes, the decorations. She didn't love it was much as Christmas, but she did appreciate it. It was also the night the football players and cheerleaders tended to leave her alone. They had parties, or sleepovers to tend to. She was usually by herself every year, and it felt good to know that no one was going to pop out and throw slushie at her, or egg her house. That one was always hard to explain to dad and daddy. They always worried. She loved their consideration but it was always so hard to make up lies. She hated lying to them, and she wasn't naturally good at it. They just trusted her so much, they couldn't tell lies from the truth. It wasn't a big deal anyway. If they found out about her getting slushied or the way she was treated- things would get very bad very quickly.
Just as a loud pitched scream erupted from the speakers, everything went black. The lights went out, the T.V screen turned off. Even the scented glade nightlight went out. Rachel looked around, confused. She stumbled her way out into the kitchen, and somehow managed to find a flashlight on top of the refrigerator. She walked back out to the living room, and checked all the cords, to make sure nothing got unplugged. "Well that's weird" She thought to herself. There wasn't a storm going on outside so that didn't make sense. She looked out her window to the neighbor's house. They had all their power.
She sighed as she realized the fuse box was outside. She took a deep breath and pulled her boots on. She wasn't really afraid of monsters, or 'serial killers' but she was afraid of psychopaths who liked to get frisky with young teenage girls.
She shuffled outside, making loud sounds as she did. The leaves crunched under her feet as she rubbed viciously at her shoulders. "I should have grabbed a jacket" She cursed herself. Her teeth chattered as she sauntered around her house. She finally managed to catch a glimpse of the fuse box, as she searched with the flashlight. She charged for the box, opening it up and looking in curiously.
Her head snapped up as she heard leaves being stepped up. She looked around with the flashlight, but saw nothing. Her heart beat was going a mile a minute but she kept looking at the fuse box. She didn't know why she was even trying. She didn't know anything about fuse boxes and turning power back on.
"Rachel" She heard her name being called from everywhere around her. She jumped, and dropped her flashlight. She stomped her feet, frustrated that she was letting her fears get the better of her. It was probably just the wind messing with her head.
She bent over to grab the flashlight, and swore she heard a whistle. She looked around, and no one was there. "It's just the wind Berry" She mumbled to herself. As she brought the light back up to the box, she felt someone grab her from behind. She screamed bloody murder, not bothering to stop and think about her precious voice.
"Make her shut up" Someone muttered, and the person who was holding her covered her mouth. She tried to pull herself free from the person's- a man she assumed- grasp but it was no use. Whoever it was had huge arms and a lot of strength.
"Hell no, man" The man holding her said. He was obviously replying to someone else, and his hold on her loosened slightly. She bit down on his hand hard, and caught off guard, he yelped in pain and let her go. She screamed as she lost her balance and felt her legs get caught in her captor's. He came down on top of her, and as her eyes got a good look at the face her eyes widened. "PUCK?!"
