This wasn't supposed to happen. He was supposed to take his girl to her first college party and she was supposed to enjoy it. And she did, that's the problem. She had a little to much fun, he had never expected her to get that drunk. She is, after all, Rachel fucking Berry the most uptight woman like… ever. Yeah she's loosened up a lot lately but she hasn't drank like that since high school and she was having fun, so was he so who the hell was he to stop her?
No way was he going to pry her away from doing body shots off of Santana Lopez. No fucking way that shit was hot as hell. So was the sex in central park which is exactly what got them here in this situation. He's nursing a pretty bad hangover and his girl is talking a mile a minute clearly on the verge of crying, and it's not like he can tell her to shut the hell up. That shit would not go over well especially since she's blaming all this on him.
Never mind the fact that sex in central park was her idea. She's blaming him because he should have stopped her. Be for real though when has the Puckzilla ever turned down sex,? Come on, it's like against his religion or something like that besides he's totally whipped if his girl wants it his girl gets it. (fuck you she's hot as hell and has no gag reflex.) Point it out to her that it is in fact her fault and he won't be getting any fun time for at least a week. That shit is not kosher man.
"What am I going to do?" Rachel wails beside him. "I will never make it on Broadway now! My dreams are crushed all because you." she pokes him in the chest hard. "Couldn't keep it in your fucking pants."
Now that gets his attention he looks up from his hands and just stares at her, her eyes are wide like she can't believe she just said what she said. She's hardly ever curses outside of sex and when she does it's the small ones. (Damn and shit.)
"Baby that was so hot." He says before he pulls her to him and kisses her long and hard, let's forget that fact that they are sitting in a jail cell surrounded by bikers and prostitutes for almost exactly what they are currently doing. They don't even stop until Puck hears a familiar laugh.
"Damn you guys are like cat's in heat." Santana laughs. "Is there anywhere you won't have sex?"
"Took you long enough to get here Satan." Puck spat.
"Okay first off I had to sober up be lucky I'm here as early as I am and second if I was you I would be nicer to the girl with the bail money."
Rachel stands up and smiles at her best friend. "I am truly sorry that you had to take away time from your day to come and pick up Noah and I."
Santana rolls here eyes, "Don't mention it you would do the same."
The police man who caught them unlocks the cell and ushers the young couple out.
Later when they are at waffle house Noah looks over at Rachel to see her pouting.
"Baby what's a matter?"
"She knows what happened last night." Rachel says eyes the waitress wearily.
Puck can't help but laugh as he slings an arm around her. "And how do you figure that?"
"Noah I IsmellI like jail!"