Rachel walked up to the guy doing the music for the karaoke. He winked at her and gave two microphones.
"Wink at me when you're ready," she nodded and said a quick thanks before joining Santana on the stage.
Rachel winked to the man and heard the beginning claps of the song.
Santana sang the first part. "We've been here too long tryin' to get along, pretending that you're, oh, so shy. I'm a natural ma'am, doin' all I can. My temperature is runnin' high."
Rachel took over, "Friday night, no one in sight, and we got so much to share. Talkin's fine if you got the time, I ain't got the time to spare."
Santana joined in, "Do you wanna touch? Yeah. Do you wanna touch? Yeah. Do you wanna touch me there? Yeah. Do you wanna touch? Yeah. Do you wanna touch? Yeah. Do you wanna touch me there? Where? There, yeah, oh!" The bar started singing the back up.
Rachel sang again, crawling on the floor and running her hand over her hair, "Every growin' boy needs a little joy. All you do is sit and stare. Beggin' on my knees, baby won't you please, run your fingers through' my hair!"
Santana sat back by the drummer and sang her part, "My, my, my whiskey and rye! Don't it make you feel so fine? Right or wrong, don't it turn you on? Can't you see we're wastin' time?" The bar was jumping with exileration! Finally, some people who sang good enough to be called a singer.
They sang the rest and Puck was incredibly… fuck it, he was turned on! He wanted to run his hands through her hair and touch her. Hell, yeah. That would the biggest fuck-
"What'd you think?" Santana asked, while walking towards the two men. She had interrupted his inner monologue and he was kind of glad. Puck could get his head on before he saw Rachel.
"Hot," Matt said, smirking at a blushing Santana. This shit was incredible. Santana doesn't fucking blush. Not one god damn time had a man made her blush. It didn't make any sense…
"Okay, I guess," Puck smirked when he saw Rachel's sour expression. "What's wrong little red?"
"Some guy grabbed my ass when I was walking off the stage," Strangely, Puck got extremely jealous. He didn't know why but he wanted to hunt down the son of a bitch who did that and kick their ass. The protectiveness was exhilarating and scary as hell. Still, he put his pokerface on and grinned at Rachel.
"Well, he can blame the son of a bitch. You were fucking the stage," Rachel glared at him before turning and walking away, a laughing Santana hot on her heels. It bothered Rachel that Puck got under her skin like that, but the smallest things made her want to punch in the face. It was childish, but true.
"Dude, you are totally striking out with this chick!" Matt said, laughing until Puck hit him in the back of the head. Puck tended to do that a lot. Matt was kind of like Finn, in a sense that got him a red mark on the back of his head constantly.
"Shut up," Puck walked out of the bar, seeing Santana and Rachel walking down the street. The only reason Matt was here is because when he went to see what was taking Finn so long and didn't get halfway down the hall before hearing Quinn's moans. It was fucked up.
Yeah, he introduced the two but only because she wouldn't fuck on the first date and because she was Finn's kind of lady. Quinn could put up with his stupid shit and think it was adorable. Puck couldn't be in the same room with the two for more than five minutes without vomit itching the back of his throat.
"Wait up ladies!" Puck said, him and Matt jogging to a catch up with the fast retreating ladies. It was good they both worked out cause if not, they would look like idiots breathing hard after only a block down the street.
"What now!" Rachel said, turning around, sighing loudly. Santana giggled before walking up to Matt. Rachel and Puck had just met tonight but there was so much sexual tension. She knew Rachel though. It was going to take a lot more than a couple of pick up lines to get into Miss. Berry's pants.
"Lets leave the little fuck birds. Want to get some breakfast?" Matt nodded before wrapping his arm around Santana's waist and pulling her across the street. By the time they got a booth, Rachel and Puck had just noticed they were gone.
"Well, lets go, ass," Rachel said, hitting Puck on the back of the head. Puck didn't realize that it hurt. Probably more from him towards Finn and Matt, then from Rachel to him but still…
"Aw, that hurt," Puck said, hand on his head, sarcasm dripping off his every word. "Don't do it again." He crossed his arms over his chest and started pouting. Rachel snorted out a laugh before continuing across the street.
"What's your real name?" Rachel asked, ignoring his last comments completely. 'Puck' was such an ill-used name, she wasn't going to call him that if they were going to hangout more. She had a feeling that they were.
"Noah," he said, looking at her like she was a freak. Truth be told, he didn't know why he answered her. Usually, he just tells them to fuck off or even leave. He didn't do first names.
"Noah…Puck…I like Noah better," she nodded, opening the door to the diner, seeing Santana and Matt at a booth and heading towards them. Apparently Matt and Santana already knew they would be there, having gotten a big booth instead of a two seater.
Puck was taken off guard by that. No one has called him Noah since his father left, the asshole. Expect for when his mom was super pissed or was meeting someone new and wanted him to act like a man instead of a 'ill-mannered 'Puckasaurus'. To be honest, Puck loved his nicknames. He had came up with them by himself, with maybe a little help from Finn.
"What took you two so long?" Santana asked, raising her eyebrows. She was intrigued by the two idiots. Sorry, but if they didn't fuck soon, she might just do it for them… if that makes sense.
"The asshole was being a sarcastic bastard and wouldn't just take the stick out of his ass just to cross the street," Rachel said, throwing her purse on the bench and sitting beside Santana. She smiled when Puck blew out an annoyed breath. She was happy, until he kicked her under the table 'accidently'.
"Oh, I'm sorry! Did I hurt the top notch bitch?" Rachel kicked Puck under the table, making him laugh and lay his head against the wall behind him.
"Hello, what wou- Oh my! You're Mrs. Berry!" The young women said, looking at Rachel like she was a queen. The young woman had dark brown hair and forest green eyes. She was clutching her notepad in her hand so tight that it looked like it was going to break.
"Yes, I am," Rachel said, smiling and putting her attention on the young waitress. "And you are?" Rachel laced her fingers together and placed them into her lap. You could tell she was in her element.
"Beth, Beth Martin," the young women shook her idol's hand and smiled at everyone else. "It's such an honor meeting you!"
"How'd you two meet?" Puck asked, raising a questioning eyebrow. Once Puck had heard the waitress's slight yell he had jerked his head up and watched the exchange with amusement dancing in his eyes.
"Meet?" Beth asked, astonished. "No, I didn't meet her. I saw her perform!" She looked back at Rachel and spoke, "I saw you in Chicago, it was amazing! My boyfriend and I are going to see your new show next week.""Well," Rachel dug into her purse, pulling out two tickets, "here's front row seats, and backstage stuff. My dad's bought three extra to give to my friends but the other ones have seen the show a million times so, there you go." Rachel smiled at the astonished girl. Beth hugged her and thank her immensely before gladly taking their orders and menu's before skipping away.
"What show?" Puck asked, looking at the bouncing brunette on the phone with (more than likely) her boyfriend. It seemed that 'little red' was known for whatever she did.
"She came to one of my shows. Anyways, what do you do for a living, Matt?" Rachel asked, trying to direct the attention away from her business life. She just met these people, she doesn't want to overwhelm them.
"I work at a lawyers office, with Puckerman," Matt elbowed Puck and smiled like he knew a secret. Puck furrowed his brows but quickly look at the two ladies sitting across from him. Santana was beautiful, but wasn't for him. He could see her being like a sister, or Matt's lady, but not his. Rachel was incredible, and spicy, and hot as fuck. That was his lady.
"And you?" Matt asked, knowing that Puck was dying to know about Rachel, so he directed it at Santana.
"I am a photographer for musicals and plays; weddings sometimes too," Santana answered, smiling proudly. Santana knew she was an amazing photographer. Many people have told her and she had always had a love for it. A lot of her photo's were in art galleries or newspapers, or billboards. Small stuff…
"What about little red?" Puck said, smirking at Rachel. "A stripper?" Rachel's mouth went agape with the accusation but she quickly collected her self, raising a threatening eyebrow.
"Oh, why yes. I am. I work at Gummies," Rachel said smiling brightly, humor dancing in her eyes. She hasn't had this much fun with a man in a long time. Unless they were in the sack, then she kind of had a little more. But only a hair… you get it, right?
Santana laughed and nudged Rachel with her shoulder. "She's a singer and an actress on Broadway. As you can tell, she is well known around here. The reason we were at the club was for her casting party, and so she can spend time with Jesse." Rachel tried 'shhing' Santana through the whole speech but it didn't work, as you can tell.
"Oh, really? Jesse who? And what shows?" Puck asked, seriously interested. Little red kept on surprising him.
"No one, and only little ones reall-"
"Little ones? Please! She plays all leads in Chicago, Beauty and the Best, Spring Awakening, and Rent. And Jesse isn't 'no one', he is the man she has sex with on stage in her newest show, Spring Awakening. That is ending pretty soon though, so she'll be with Rent for over fourteen months."
"I haven't got the part for Rent yet," Rachel stage-whispered to Santana.
"Don't act like you won't," Santana said back.
"Whatever-" Puck cut her off.
"Woah, wait-my mom and sister want to see some idiot shit on broadway and I think you were on the playbill. It was with some guy who had suspenders and Quinn told Finn how hot it was. Pretty entertaining, huh?" Puck trying to hard not to bust a brain-vein thingy. Sex? On-stage? With….not him! What is the world coming to!
"Then apparently you're mother and sister have good taste, and it isn't idiot shit. It's art," Rachel said, glaring at Puck. "Art is shown in many ways and that's singing, acting, and maybe even sex. So, shut the fuck up."
"What?" Puck said, smirking at her.
"Oh, she's just touchy about broadway. It's kind of her whole life. Well, besides Jesse." Santana said, waving a dismissing hand in the air. "Anyways, when you watch the show next week, you'll figure out why she's… sensitive of the show."
"Sure I will, " Puck said, taking a sip of his pop that just appeared. The rest of the morning was uneventful, except for Rachel glaring into the side of his head. Oh, little red, Puck thought, smiling at Rachel who raised an eyebrow, this is only the starting line.
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