Part 2 of the Kiss me or Else. I didn't plan to continue it, but here it goes. :)

I don't own anything of Glee!


I race into my room and gush over my new dress.

"OMG!" I squeal, thinking about how my ordinary day became my day of many firsts.

The day of my first kiss and my first date.

Noah Andrew Puckerman is taking me out on my first date! I cannot believe it, it's like a dream. He is a mighty fine man, with a full chiseled body with a gorgeous face making him a perfect 10. Looking back on how we grew closer I never saw any signs of him being interested in me more than a friend. He never treated me like any of the other girls he normally hits on with them stupid pickup lines of his.

He would always come over giving me a smirk ready to go being my personal bully. He is like an older brother I never had teasing and picking on me all the time.

"Mama!" was my given name. He would call me "Mama" every time I answered the door before barging into my house, at school, everywhere. I wonder sometimes if he even knows my real name. At times he would rub my head but mostly he would just push open the door wide enough to enter around me. He would raid the fridge or whenever I made a plate for myself he would snatch it and eat off of it. Once he grabs my plate he always holds it up high and it is gone since I am so short. After I threatened to tell my mother about him teasing me Puck offered to be fair, and taught me the guitar. That is my favorite thing to do. I would demand that he would bring his guitar every time he'll come over to teach me. Nowadays he just leaves it here.

I remember the first time he came up to my room. I didn't think twice about it or thought it was being forward at all. I mean that is what friends do, go and hangout in eachother's rooms. It was after school and he barged in as usual and ate my snack I just made.

"Puck!" I cried. He huffed and passed me the last piece of my sandwich.

"Cut it out or no guitar. I hate whining chicks."

"Whatever, come on teach me!"

"When are you getting your own guitar?"

"Give it here I have been working on a song."

"Oh shit I am out of here if you are going to pull a Berry"

I snatched his guitar and raced up to my room, "COME ON!" I got ready with my lyrics and sheet music prepared on my music stand and I sat in my barstool chair ready to perform.

"NOAH!"

He slowly crept into my room giving it a quick look and then rolled his eyes at me. "Shut up and sit" I said pointing at my little sofa. "Oh wait!" I took my phone and called my number girl, Tina.

"Hey Mercedes!"

"Hey T! I want you to hear my song okay?"

"Sure!"

"Oh damn!" Puck said. "Hurry up or I am going home!" he yelled.

"Is that Puck?"

"Yeah. Shut up guys. I have a pop version made up but I want you to hear the lyrics."

Puck made an annoying sigh. I just ignored it and started to play the chords as I practiced them.

Mama said "get yo' ass out of bed!"

I said "hell to the no!"

Said "wash your grandma's nasty hair!"

I said "hell to the no!", oh

They tried to take away my tots

I said "hell to the no!"

Yeah, 'cause I'm the one that calls the shots

and I say "hell to the no!", oh

Try to make me change my weave

Well I got something up my sleeve

It's a whole lot of

Woah oh oh, oh oh

Hell to the no no, no no, no no, no no

I said Woah oh oh, oh oh

Hell to the no no, no no, no no, no no

I'm not tryin' to diva out

But this show's gotta stop, so shout

Woah oh oh, oh oh

Hell to the no no, no no, no no, no no

Tell me I should eat my Wheaties

You know what? "hell to the no!"

Tell me I'd come down with diabetes

"hell to the no!"

Try to make me change my eats

But baby, that just isn't me

I'm a whole lot of

Woah oh oh, oh oh

Hell to the no no, no no, no no, no no

I said Woah oh oh, oh oh

Hell to the no no, no no, no no, no no

I'm not tryin' to diva out

But this show's gotta stop, so shout

Woah oh oh, oh oh

Hell to the no no, no no, no no, no no

Take me, you can leave me

But I won't ever change

If you don't like the rules

don't play my game

Time for me to get R-E-S-P-E-C-T

But if i don't, it's all in me

Woah oh oh, oh oh

Hell to the no no, no no, no no, no no

I said Woah oh oh, oh oh

Hell to the no no, no no, no no, no no

I'm not tryin' to diva out

But this show's gotta stop, so shout

Woah oh oh, oh oh

Hell to the no no, no no, no no, no no

I said not tryin' to diva out

But this show's gotta stop, so shout

Woah oh oh, oh oh

Hell to the no no, no no, no no, no no

Aw, hell to the no

"Oh hell yes!" Tina cried out, "M that is great!"

"Thanks boo!" We hung up and I noticed Puck looking at me with his arms crossed ready to burst in laughter.

"Shut up!" I threw a pillow at him as I sat on my bed, "I worked hard on it."

"I never thought you would make a song after your saying, 'Oh hell no!'" he laughed, "It is—Oh!" he got up from the couch and went and looked over at my bookcases of CDs.

"Careful those are in alphabetical order. Lifetime collection over there."

"No life collection" he snorted, "Oh shit J" he crashed on my bed opening the Jay-Z Black Album.

I focused out of the memory hearing my phone blare.

"Hey M!"

"Hey Tina"

"So Mike is going out with the guys so I will be over soon."

"Wait what?"

"Mike is out with the guys. I am coming over in 5 minutes", she said slowly like I spoke a different language.

"What are the guys doing, and no I got a date."

"Playing basketball they are spending the day together. A date? You go out to the mall for a few hours and score a date?"

"Yeah. I got to go T."

"What?"

"I will spill later."

"Thank you! See ya later girl!"

Out playing basketball I knew it. I hid the dress deep into my closet and cuddled into my bed watching television.

I fell asleep and woke up to my phone yet again.

.Ring...

.Ring...

I picked up my phone and it was Puck.

"Hello?"

"I am outside."

"What?" I sat up in my bed.

He hung up his phone and the doorbell rang.

"Mercedes! Noah is here." My mother yelled.

I looked myself over and I am a hot mess. I am wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt with no make up and crazy bed hair, which is unacceptable to let anyone see me like this. I don't even let my own mother let me see me like this. I quickly dash on a pair of pants, a simple t-shirt, and sneakers, fixing my hair and put on some lip gloss to look decent.

Ring...

Hurry up!—Puck

I check the message and groan. "He is a guy what would he care", I said aloud to reassure myself checking myself out in the mirror once more before heading downstairs hearing my mother and Puck talking in the kitchen.

"Oh I hear someone coming down the stairs!" My mother sang. I snort and walk slowly into the kitchen seeing the pair at the kitchen island Puck sitting on a barstool across from my mother who is standing. My heart almost stopped seeing Puck's face flash of fury seeing what I am wearing before returning to a neutral facial expression. I am amazed that he cleaned up for our date wearing a pair of slacks with a blue pin stripped button up shirt with a black jacket.

"Oh?" My mother said looking disappointed at my outfit of choice.

"What?" I knew Puck would not tell my mother that he was taking me out on a date. I could feel his rage standing on the other side of the room from him, but I didn't dare look at his face as I was trying to get out of this date.

"Nothing. I just thought you two were going out?" she said looking back and forth at us.

"He has a date" I said quickly.

"Oh?" My mother said again, and I was pretty sure that was directed at him.

I heard him get up, "Nope. I have a date Mrs. Jones I better get going."

"You look lovely baby", my mother complimented him.

"Thanks" he hugged her and as they walk towards me I felt my heart drop deeper and deeper going towards the front door. I could not imagine what he would have done if my mother was not there in the room with us. As he was walking out the door I wanted to stop him, but I couldn't move and I afraid he was going to rip me apart.

"Bye" was all he said with too much finality in his tone.

He didn't look back.

He didn't rub my head messing up my hair.

No "Mama" or cocky smirk.

Nothing but the sound of the door closing of the hottest guy of Lima my house. The guy that gave me my first kiss, the guy that bought me my dream dress, the guy that was ready to take me out on my first date, the guy that is my best friend leaving. Maybe he is really is interested in me...and I just blew it.

Damn.