Author's Note: People only voted for Puck in my poll. LOL. Here's the new chapter. Some Mike/Rachel and as requested, Puck/Rachel. By the 5th chapter, I want to be able to declare Rachel's partner. So, if you could, please vote from my poll. Or just comment your desired partner for Rachel.
Chapter 2: The Mohawk and the Lean
"Take your seats, everyone," said Rachel's Baking Class teacher, "We have a new student. You might recognize him from their yearly football game."
Football? Rachel thought as her head snapped up. She was kind of hoping that it was Finn who entered; but when a Jewish Mohawk man walked into the room, her head bowed in disappointment.
"'Sup?" uttered Rachel's new classmate.
Noah Puckerman, a.k.a. Puck, was not the classiest man of their bunch. He's possibly the most conceited and self-centered man that studies at Mckinley. He was 6 feet of pure sex.
His eyes stared intensely onto Rachel's thighs, slowly down to her legs and onto her ankle. She was hot and it was making his inner Puckerone high.
"Mr. Puckerman, what lead you to my class?"
Puck glared at Rachel with his seductive look, while the teacher looked at him with confusion. He walked himself to the seat beside the brunette with perfect tan.
When the teacher got the clear thought that she wasn't going to get an answer from the jock, she started her class by saying, "Let's make some cake!" She clapped her hands once and smiled, "By partners for now, because this one is a little complicated.
Rachel groaned, realizing that she was stuck with this Mohawk man that kept sitting closer to her as she scoots away, while the man himself on the other hand, was happier than he had been since the first day of the week.
He was not having a great week, at all! His friends with benefits, Santana, just called it off after seeing his low average. Ever since then, he still hasn't gotten his swag back. It's so not fucking cool! He thought, some time between the weeks. "What's your name again?" Rachel asked.
Puck smirked, "It's Puck." And the game begins.
She raised an eyebrow, "Oh, Really? That's unpleasant! Why in the world would someone name his son by the name of the character of William Shakespeare's Classic "A Midsummer Night's Dream"? It is so not amiable to listen to!"
"Actually, my ma' was an amazing Jewish mother! She taught me very well!" Puck explained, "People just call me 'Puck', but I really have a descent name."
Rachel bowed her head, embarrassed. "Pardon me for my mistake. So, what is the proper name that I should address you as, Mister Puck?" she paused, "I intend to call you by it, by the way."
He looked at her and was kinda turned off by her. So fucking annoying little midget! "It's an old name," he paused, "It's Noah."
Rachel laughed. She finds his name very amusing and comedic. She only stopped laughing when their teacher stared at her in disbelief due to her inappropriate behavior. "Miss Berry!" she started, "Out of my class!"
"What did I do?" Rachel exclaimed, "I just—"
"I said, out! This isn't time for fun and games! You'll be meeting with Mister Ryerson this afternoon for an after class, detention. Understand?"
"Ugh!" She groaned, "Screw You!" She quickly led herself out of the room. She heard the teacher scolding her from the classroom, but she didn't care. Nobody kicks Rachel Berry out of class and still expects to be acknowledged by her.
She needed to look for Sue and get Mrs. Berkinfield fired together with Mister Ryerson. She made her way to Coach Sylvester's office but was stopped by a man who she believes to be named as, Mike Chang.
"Hi Rachel!" says the lean, muscular man. She bit her lower lip and sighed.
"Hello Mike. How are you today?" her voice was a little out of energy.
Mike grinned at her, "I'm fine. I'm actually very excited for our upcoming game tomorrow night. You've heard of it, right?"
She nodded, "Of course; a bunch of sweaty idiots purposely bumping into each other for a brown spherical shaped ball. It's all around the school actually. But I can't help but hear other people criticizing the Titans. I mean, you haven't won a game, right?"
That was just plain mean, but Mike was the type that couldn't think like that about women. He actually respects them, unlike the only Mohawk God that also walks around the school. "Not yet. But you'll never know, you might be our lucky charm." He chuckled.
She chuckled with him, "Actually, I've been to three of the many football games that were held under our school property, with some of my friends, but no such luck."
"Then maybe you should try going with somebody else; like—"
"You?" Rachel bit her tongue, Is he really asking me out? In this time of day? So freakin' kidding me! "Give me a call." She handed him a piece of paper with her number written on it.
He took it without hesitation, "I will. Then maybe after, we can go to BreadstiX for a celebratory dinner."
She laughed, "What if we don't win?"
"Well, I have a strong feeling we're getting this one."
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