When the girls arrived at school, everyone stopped in the halls and stared at the transformation Rachel Berry had gone through over night. She walked in between Santana and Brittany, sashaying her hips more than usual, wearing tight jeans, heels, a form fitting, low cut top, and a bra that managed to simultaneously push her breasts together and up, making it appear as if they had doubled in size…Booby Trap. There would be rumors by the end of the day that she had a boob job and she was certain this wasn't exactly what an actual Booby Trap entailed but, judging by the look on her boyfriend's face, she wasn't going to point that out to her strategists.

Puck was leaning against a row of lockers, eyes wide, mouth opened slightly, as Sam went on and on about something probably having to do with Avatar. When Sam realized Puck wasn't listening to him, he scanned the hall to find out what his friend was staring at. He stopped his in depth explanation of the differences between the Leucomelas Viperwolf and the Wasp Viperwolf, his face mirroring Puck's, when he took in Rachel's appearance, "Damn." Maybe Sackleberry does beat KUBLAM! Without looking away from Rachel, Puck brought his hand up and pushed it against Sam's face, turning his leering away from his girlfriend, and smacking his head into a nearby locker.

Rachel maintained an innocent expression when she pressed her ti…no, Rachel hates that word…her chest against Puck's arm and smiled up at him, "Good morning." She did an inward dance when he was unable to form words and, instead, chose to stare down her shirt, gaping. Sure, he'd seen her mostly naked before, when they were alone and he was able to act on what he was feeling but still manage to stop before things went too far. But for her to flaunt her body in front of him in a crowded hallway…huge turn on…maybe even more so than when she was on top of him in her underwear.

She placed one hand on his cheek, bringing his face to hers for a soft kiss, then pulled away to let her lips linger just below his ear, "See you in Spanish." She continued to walk down the hall with a smirking Santana and mischievously smiling Brittany following closely behind her. What was so funny?

He did a quick pants check to make sure there was no evidence of his excitement on display before running to catch up to her, gently grabbing her elbow to turn her around, "Rach. One second. I have a Jewmergency I need to talk to you about."

Before following him into the boy's bathroom, Rachel shared a look with her friends and performed their new secret handshake that consisted of Santana discretely forming a circle between her pointer finger and thumb and Rachel quickly slipping her own finger through the hole. Yes, it was vulgar and completely out of character for Rachel but it was one of Santana's stipulations for receiving their help.

He pulled her through the bathroom door, locked it, then quickly checked the stalls to make sure they were alone. When he was finished, he rushed toward her, pinned her against the door, lifting her legs up to wrap around his waist, and claimed her lips rather possessively. She always liked it when he did that. Santana and Brittany were geniuses deserving of immediate promotions in rank a commendations. She allowed him to kiss her thoroughly and reciprocated just as enthusiastically, until the bell rang, then she let her legs drop, pushed him away lightly, and excused herself with another promise to see him in class.

It took him a while to recover before he was able to comfortably follow her out of the bathroom, already late for Spanish with Mr. Schuester. He walked in five minutes after her, earning the stare of almost everyone in the room as he took his seat next to Rachel. Why was she the only person not staring at him? What the hell was that about?

"Nice of you to join us Puck." The teacher stated, obviously being facetious. Yeah, he knows the word facetious. Rachel got him a word a day calendar in hopes of expanding his vocabulary beyond explicatives, yeah, he knew that one too. What of it?

Come to think of it, "No need to be facetious Mr. Schue." He glanced at Rachel, out of the corner of his eye, and noticed her breathing hitch. Vocab words were a huge turn on for his lady, which is why he spent every free moment he had memorizing every single page of the word a day calendar and even bought himself a dictionary, "I just got caught up practicing a song for Glee Club and lost track of time." He knew he hit the teacher's weak spot.

Will smiled, "Great. I'll look forward to hearing it in practice later. Sectionals are right around the corner." Shit. He then spent the remainder of class torn between thinking of a song to sing, staring at Rachel's ti…damn it…cleavage, that she managed to put right in front of his face, and trying to conjugate verbs into the future tense. When the bell rang, she stood before he could, and leaned down toward him placing her chest right in his line if vision. He forgot where he was until she kissed his cheek and said she'd see him at lunch as the classroom emptied.

"Right. Where do I go before that?" He asked, not realizing he'd said it out loud until she answered him, tilting his head up to look into her eyes instead of what was practically falling out of her shirt, lightly grazing her fingers through his mohawk.

She spoke quietly to him, as if it were a secret, "World History…" She kissed him lightly, "Then English…" Another kiss and they both allowed their eyelids to get heavy, "Chemistry…" One more kiss, slightly longer, "Lunch…"

"With you." He clarified after another kiss, her face hovering centimeters from his, teasing him.

She continued to speak into his lips, "Yes. Then you have a free period that I hope you use to study for your World History test next week…" Damn, only she could use seduction as a means to encourage healthy study habits, "Physical Education…" This time, after her kiss, she bite his lip gently and tugged before releasing it, "Calculus…" He tilted his lips up, expecting hers on his but was disappointed when she denied him, "Then we have Glee Club and, after that, I was hoping you could give me a ride home."

"I'll ride you." He knew he slipped up and so did she but she didn't let it show.

"That would be wonderful Noah." She smiled at him once more, giving him one last kiss, then left him in a daze, still staring at the spot where her breasts had just been. If he closed his eyes, they were still there. Thank God for Victoria's Secret and their superior bra engineering capabilities. Who needs rocket scientists who work for NASA when you have elastic and lace specialists?

The rest of his morning classes were agonizingly slow. Especially since he usually passed Rachel in the hall on his way to English but she was no where to be seen today. The morning was spent watching the clock in each classroom, tapping his pencil on his desk, bouncing his knee up and down and exhaling in frustration. From History, he remembered hearing something about the strategy Genghis Khan used to build his empire. Which was stupid because, when was he ever going to need to know anything about battle strategy in his life? Never. English was a complete loss as he spent the entire time thinking about Rachel, while staring at the back of Artie's head, and the only thing memorable from Chemistry was that he'd accidentally set his lab partner on fire (because he was still thinking about Rachel and the stupid promise he had made to himself) and they weren't even using the Bunsen burners for their assignment.

He rushed to lunch to find her sitting between Santana and Brittany, Mike and Tina directly across from them and the rest of the table filled with other Glee Club members. Where the hell was he supposed to sit?

Rachel smiled up at him, "I saved you a seat." He glanced around the table, confused as to how she could save him a seat when the only ones available were no where near hers. She stood and gestured to her chair. But, if he takes her chair, then where's she going to…Oh! He sat down and pulled her into his lap, noticing the look she shared with Santana and…what was that they just did with their hands?

Due to being perched on his leg and turned sideways, while she rested her elbow on the back of the chair, gently massaging his scalp, her chest was, once again, right in his face. She probably had no idea what she was doing to him but damn if it didn't seem like she was trying to pull his head into assuming the motor boating position. She continued to talk to their friends about who knows what. He wanted to listen but, didn't you hear? Her boobs were right there and he wasn't being shy about ogling them.

"Right Puck?"

Did someone just say his name? He looked up at the group, who were all staring at him expectantly, "Yes…?" Apparently, it was the right answer because everyone went back to their conversation. A few minutes later, her voice was in his ear again, quiet so no one else could hear.

"I heard you were late for Spanish because you were practicing a song for Glee Club this morning. I never knew you were so dedicated."

"I can assure you, I was extremely dedicated to what I was caught up doing this morning." He pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

"And you said facetious."

"I did."

"Remind me of that later."

"Indubitably."

"Oh." They shared a smile and a brief kiss before returning to the conversation the rest of the table was having. Lunch ended entirely too soon and, after a smack on the ass to send her on her way, Puck was off to the choir room, for his free period, to figure out what he was going to sing later for Glee Club. Luckily, Blaine and Mike shared their free period with him and were willing to help.

In gym class he was hit in the face with a basketball because he wasn't paying attention. There was a bruise forming on his cheek and he figured he could tell Rachel he got in a fight defending her honor until Finn pointed out that the first four letters of 'Spaulding' were also imprinted on his face. Calculus was next and, he would normally skip it and go to the nurse's office but, since they got together, Rachel had been checking up on him to make sure he attended all of his classes. She even requested a copy of all his homework assignments to make sure he was doing those too. For all he knew, Rachel and his mother could have recruited the Jewish Women's League Of Lima to fill out applications to every college in the country on his behalf. He'd know for sure when the rejection letters started rolling in.

When he arrived at Glee Club, she was already there, sitting in her usual seat, legs and arms crossed, pushing her cleavage together even more than it already was. She smiled at him but it wasn't the same anxious grin it was every other day. Today, it was softer, flirty…sexy. When did she get so damn cool? It must be a side affect of hanging out with him. He took his seat next to her and she noticed his face.

"What happened?" She asked in concern, leaning toward him…Hello Boobs, and placing her hand gently on his cheek, just below the bruise.

"Kyle Stevens threw a basketball at my face. I heard him making inappropriate and lewd comments about how you're dressed today and I told him he needed to be more respectful." Double score, defending her honor and he used the word lewd. He knew she made a mental note of it.

"Does it hurt?" She lightly grazed it with her fingers. It didn't hurt but he winced anyway.

"It wouldn't have been so bad if I hadn't refused to fight him." He just pulled the hat trick. This was going to be a new record. If only he could work in something about Barbra Streisand.

"I'll see what I can do about it when we get to my house." She smiled suggestively at him.

He looked like a sad five year old, "Do you think we could listen to the Funny Girl soundtrack too? It always makes me feel better." She was actually beaming. It was the ultimate combo finishing move. If he was Sub-Zero in Mortal Combat, he'd totally be holding his dead opponents spinal cord right now.

"I think that can be arranged."

"Sweet."

Will walked into the room, sitting his bag next to the piano, "Alright guys. There's a lot of work to do for Sectionals, and not a lot of time to do it in. We have a title to defend and I intend on taking Nationals again this year." The group cheered, "Now, if I remember correctly, Puck, you had something you'd been working on."

Rachel smirked at him expectantly. Again…when did she start smirking? "Yeah Mr. Schue. I'm returning to my practice of only singing songs by Jewish artists. I've lost my way recently and I'm trying to be a better Jew by getting back to the music of my people."

Will got out of the way, offering Puck the floor as Blaine and Mike joined him and they performed a very impressive rendition of The Beastie Boys', "Sabotage" that had the rest of the club on their feet, jumping around and forming a non-violent mosh pit.

When they finished, Will clapped enthusiastically, "Well done guys. I can tell you put a lot of work into that." Sucker, "We'll keep it in mind for Sectionals. Anyone else?" No one in the group volunteered, "Alright then. Today, we're going to talk a little bit more about Hall and Oates." Everyone groaned because, just like fat is the new thin, Hall and Oates were the new Journey and Mr. Schuester was off and running about a mash up of their songs because, there was something very exciting to him about singing, "You make my dreams come true because your kiss is on my list." None of the kids understood and most of them didn't want to.

Glee Club ended and, for as slow as the rest of his day had gone, all too quickly Puck found himself on top of Rachel and attached at the lip, five minutes before her fathers were supposed to be home. Any other time, she's all about, "Please don't stop. We have enough time." But, tonight, she's Prudie McPruderson, keeping his hands from removing any clothes and stopping the make out session entirely by reminding him they wouldn't be alone soon. What was the point in her dressing the way she was if she wasn't going to let him take it off of her…then put it back on without crossing any of the lines he had told himself he wouldn't be crossing.

By the time her fathers got home, the teens were sitting at the dining room table, doing their homework. He stayed for dinner then sat next to her on the couch, while her fathers occupied their chairs, as they all watched some special on the Military Channel (Because it was suddenly Rachel's favorite channel) about Scorched Earth and how it served as a major turning point in several wars. He went home and had wonderful dreams about her wardrobe selection for the day.

Little did he know, the Booby Trap portion of the war the girls were waging against him was ongoing and lasted for several weeks. Everyday, Rachel would show up to school, wearing some top that was barely there and a bra that would make her boobs pop. And, almost everyday, he would give her a ride home, make out with her on her bed, where she would deny his requests at losing layers and stop, like she had set an alarm or something, exactly five minutes before her fathers got home. The girls had no idea that while they were fighting against Puck's self control, his self control was fighting a battle against his libido. For the first five months of their relationship, his self control came out swinging like a champ and knocked his libido flat on it's ass round after round. But, now, his self control was tiring out just as his libido was catching it's second wind.