Ch2 Down the burning ropes. – James Vincent McMorrow

Traffic lights were created for a reason, to ensure the safety and well being of others. However, these lights clearly meant nothing to one Noah Puckerman as he quickly raced through another red light. Rachel grabbed onto the side of the door, nails digging into the material.

"Where the fuck did you learn how to drive? Slow down!" Rachel called out above the blasting music.

Puck snorted and altogether ignored the diva. The car swerved again, hitting the edge of a curb. "We're going to get pulled over!" The brunette tried once again.

Still the boy didn't reply. He was already late. Very fucking late. She was gonna get pissed. So fucking pissed…. Rachel huffed before reaching over and shutting off the radio. "I've just about tolerated all that I can from the likes of you. So slow down and tell me where the hell we are going!"

The Mohawk boy smiled. They had been doing this for a while and it amused him to see the other girl like this. "You must really hate the fact that you're not in control right now."

Rachel glared at him. "I am in control."

The black convertible took a sharp left turn causing Rachel's shoulder to smack up against her door. Puck laughed as he tossed a glance over at the shriveled up brunette. "Oh babe…. You are in for a night! Q is gonna tear you up."

"Q? What the fuck is a Q?" she asked.

"You'll see." Was all he said before finally pulling up to the side of a small run down building. The engine cut off as Puck threw the girl a wink before shuffling out of the car. Rachel stayed glued to her seat, eyes locked onto the building in front of her. Graffiti was plastered across the outside walls without a care in the world. Broken beer bottles, trash, and random pieces of clothing lay scattered around the area. Rachel's heart began pumping involuntarily. She had no idea where she was. Damn it! I should've been paying attention to where we were going rather than arguing with Puck. Her stomach began feeling queasy. The brunette dug her nails further into the door handle. I shouldn't be doing this. Fuck…. what the hell is wrong with me? What am I thinking? I can't- I can't do this. It's not right, I- What if I get shot?

There was a loud knock on her window. Puck's face appeared with the biggest shit eating grin that Rachel had ever seen. Without a moment's notice her door opened. Fear was clearly etched onto the brunettes face. Puck smirked. The poor girl looked as if she were going to hurl.

Releasing a low and shaky breath the brunette got out of the vehicle. The taller boy slammed her door shut and took off towards the front of the building. Rachel followed close behind. I should've brought my pepper spray with me. Once the girl rounded the corner she saw a group of guys hanging around the front entrance of the building, drinking. Her eyes studied the guys taking in their baggy clothing and rugged appearance. Silently she passed by the group of men, avoiding any sort of eye contact. She could feel their stares burning holes into her back.

"Hey mama, where you going?"

"Damn you is fine!"

Rachel pulled her coat tighter around her body and ducked her head low. Her feet started moving double time to get away from the whistles and disturbing comments. Out of nowhere her body collided into another. Brown eyes looked up. Puck was standing before her, his chest puffed out and his eyes gleaming with venom. But his attention wasn't directed at her but at the group of guys behind her. An arm wrapped around the tiny brunette's shoulder providing warmth and protection. "She's with me dickheads. So back the fuck off." Puck growled.

The group of guys nodded silently and went back to whatever it was they were doing. "Come on." Puck whispered as he led the way toward the entrance of the building. Loud music emanated from the place and it made the brunette curious as to where they were. Once they entered through the door Rachel stopped and gasped silently.

"We're at a bar?" Rachel asked with wide eyes.

Puck's cocky smile returned. "That obvious huh?"

Rachel rolled her eyes and threw his arm off her shoulders. "I'm not old enough to drink yet. I'm only 17 Puck."

Puck raised a brow. "So? I'm only 16. They don't ID here. Good thing too, cause I don't even have a license." He replied as he strolled in through the door.

Rachel eyed the back of Puck's retreating form. "You have got to be fucking kidding me!?"

Before Rachel could dive any further with her thoughts she was greeted with the smell of heavy smoke. Immediately the small girl was pulled from her world and back to reality. She cringed as an unsettling stench gathered in her lungs. A wave of nausea overwhelmed her senses, making her stomach wince. What the hell are you doing Rachel? You need to leave! Like now!

Chocolate brown orbs took a moment to look around. The bar was dimly lit with neon signs and very few overhead lighting. Music was roaming through the bar by a large juke box that was centered in the middle. The bar itself extended on the right side. Towards the back were two pool tables that were occupied. The taller boy led the brunette to the back corner of the bar heading for one of the pool tables. From a distance Rachel instantly recognized two people playing. One was a very tall blonde girl with blue eyes. The other was a shorter guy with dark hair, brown eyes, and facial hair. Lots of facial hair! Puck made his way over to them tugging Rachel along.

"Puck where the hell have you been?" The dark haired guy asked.

"Out." The Mohawk boy replied nonchalantly.

"You know Q is looking for you." The blonde jumped in this time.

Bright blue eyes finally land on Rachel. Those eyes widen. The blonde smiles unabashedly and a second later she is over by the brunette, the game long forgotten. "Hi I'm Brittany."

Rachel looks at the blonde before her. The girl was wearing a tight black v-neck shirt that dove down to her cleavage. Matched with her shirt was a pair of the shortest shorts made on mankind. The brunette was pretty sure that if the girl were to bend over you'd be able to see EVERYTHING. The girl clearly had no reservations about revealing too much skin and for a good reason. The girl had a killer body. Even her long tan legs looked like a sports commercial. To put simply, the girl was fucking hot.

It unnerved Rachel a bit knowing that this girl was completely gorgeous and full of self confidence. This bitch…. That body. One could only dream to get a body like that! Fuck! I feel like a fucking midget ass clown compared to her. You think it's too late to leave yet? Maybe Puck can take me home now. Or maybe Brittany can give me a ride... "Rachel." the brunette finally replied after sorting her thoughts.

"Gosh, you are so pretty. Look at that face!" Brittany announced gleefully.

A light blush made its way across Rachel's face. "Thanks." Well that's more like it. Now I don't dislike you as much.

"Don't mind Puck by the way. I know at first he may seem like the biggest asshole in the entire world…and- well.. yeah he is one, but sometimes he can be our biggest teddy bear. With a Mohawk!" The taller blonde gushed.

Rachel rolled her eyes and snorted. "That's kind of hard to believe. I can't imagine him being anything other than an ass."

"Hey!" Puck shouted from across the pool table. "I can hear you."

"Great then guess what? You're still an asshole!" Rachel retorted.

Puck smiled before calling back, "Yeah, well you're still a bitch… so I guess that makes us even."

The blonde started laughing. "I can see why Puck brought you here. You fit."

Rachel turned back to the girl with curious eyes. "Fit?"

"Yeah, you're tough, and full of spirit. You work with us. You know… fit." Brittany chirped out with a wide beaming smile.

"Oh…" Rachel nodded with a hesitant smile.

"So I guess this must be the new test run?" The dark haired boy asked as he and Puck joined Rachel and the blonde.

"Yepp." Puck replied.

The other guy smiled before extending a hand out. "I'm Blaine."

Rachel took his hand and offered him a smile. "Rachel."

Blaine was definitely a grade A cutie. He was wearing a tight plain white shirt with a pair of washboard jeans. His hair was a little untamed just like the small jungle on his face. Where the hell are these people coming from? Why are they so gorgeous?

"Rachel?" Puck commented with a skeptical brow.

Rachel eyed the Mohawk boy with a gleam in her eye. "Yes, that's my name." she threw out.

"Wow, you really are a douche bag." Blaine expressed as he shook his head.

The taller boy scoffed. "Hey, not my fault! She barely let me get a word in before she went all bitch face."

A loud smack slapped across Puck's chest. "Lay off the girl you ass!" Brittany retorted.

"What? Seriously? You're taking her side?" The boy asked incredulously.

Brittany's bright blue eyes were on the taller boy with a knowing look. "Of course I am. Now stop being such a jack ass."

Puck rolled his eyes and stretched out his arms into the air. "Sorry babe. Not my style. Besides, she's the one that threw a rock at Q's car." He grunted.

"She did wh-"

"So you're the one responsible for the dent in my car."

Yeah I know cliffy…. Sorry!

Until next time?

P.S Yes Quinn has just entered the pic…