A/N: wooo two updates in one night! i'm on a roll!
lol, well, here's chapter three!

i don't know when i can update again until after july5th, so please forgive me.
chapter four is a great one though! i promise. ;)

Chapter Three

"I jinxed you, didn't I?"

Rachel glared at the Latina as they took a breather in their rehearsal room. Quinn was lying on the floor, absent-mindedly colouring with her daughter while listening to Santana and Rachel's conversation. Santana frowned but her eyes were amused.

"Yes, you did."

"Sorry."

"Sure you are," Rachel rolled her eyes as Santana smirked.

Rachel sighed and tied her hair up in a messy, loose pony-tail. Brittany came back into the room and smiled at the four girls before turning to the stereo. Rachel stood up, her 4 inch heels scraping against the wood. Her black OSU sweatpants were folded up to her knee and her bright pink tank top was folded over her bust, showing a couple inches of her stomach.

Quinn glanced up at the lead singer and raised an eyebrow, "You're actually really upset about this aren't you?"

Rachel shrugged, "Not so much upset as I am angry. You guys aren't the ones who have to like him."

"You pride yourself on being an actress, B; what a great way to prove it," Santana continued to taunt.

"I don't like violence, but I'm about to smack you," Rachel innocently stated and shrugged before going over some of the steps from yesterday.

They were going to be filming the music video in less than a week and then would be performing it at the MMVA's in less than a month; that night, she would be performing twice- one with her group, another with Noah.

"I think Rachel has the best idea right now," Brittany announced.

"You want her to hit me?" Santana scoffed, "Thanks Britt."

"No," The choreographer shook her head, pressing play on the stereo, "Rehearsal; come on, get up."

Quinn groaned and got up, fixing her large sweater that hung off her shoulder. Santana got up as well and lifted the bottom of her tank top, folding it over her bust like Rachel's. The two made their way over to Rachel and got in their positions for the chorus that was about to play.

"No fake mic," Brittany informed, "Video practice."

The three nodded and got into their position for the video routine; Rachel's hands were resting on her hips as Santana and Quinn's hands were above their heads. The chorus was about two seconds away and they started walking, Rachel singing with the song.

"The walls are shaking and I'm paranoid," The three stopped walking and Brittany called out random words they had learned to associate with the choreography. Rachel trailed her hands down the curves of her body and then up to tangle in her hair, "Can someone stop the noise in my head?" The three circled their head and Brittany nodded, snapping her fingers.

"And wow-oh-wow-" Brittany nodded again, "Bah…"

"The clock is ticking and I'm about to crack," Rachel twisted her hips and turned on the side, straightening her leg and bending at the hips, letting some of her hair fall from her elastic, "Just like a manic on the eh-edge."

She came up and flicked her hair, turning around as the other two did the same, sauntering away from the mirror.

The girls all heard clapping and turned around, staring at the face of Rachel's new 'boyfriend'.

"Great job," Puck smirked, "Exactly how I like my women; dancing, wearing tight clothes, and heels."

"Your home is at a strip club isn't it?" Rachel snapped, leaning her weight on one foot and crossing her arms.

"How'd you know?" He mocked.

"Just a wild guess," Rachel raised an eyebrow, rolling her eyes.

"Is this the dancing for next week's video?" Puck asked, motioning at the three of them.

"How'd you know?" Quinn asked.

"He's coming," Rachel sighed.

"What? I thought it was a closed set?" Quinn continued to ask as she glanced over her shoulder to see her daughter coloring with Brittany on the floor.

"Not for boyfriends," Puck grinned, winking to Rachel again.

"He's picking me up for the shoot," Rachel glanced to Quinn, "Furthering the whole 'relationship' sh- crap," The three girls looked over to see Jaxen shaking her shoulders to the music still coming through the speakers.

"Well…" Santana breathed out. Rachel and Quinn raised an eyebrow to their group-mate who turned to Puck and grinned, stepping forward and holding out her hand, "I don't know where Rachel's manners are, but I'm Santana Lopez; you must be our Rachel's new boyfriend, right?"

"Yeah," Puck nodded, throwing a smirk to Rachel before turning to the Latina in front of him, shaking her hand, "I'm Puck."

"It's so nice to finally meet you," Santana flirted, "I love your band."

"Funny, I love yours," Puck flirted back.

"Actually it's Rachel's," Santana joked, "She's our lead."

"We share," Rachel mumbled and glanced to Quinn.

Quinn shrugged and twitched her lips into a frown, "Well, I'm Quinn Fabray."

"Momma!" Jaxen called out, "Come look at the picture I made!"

"And that's my daughter," Quinn smiled softly to Puck, "Jaxen."

Quinn turned around and headed to see the picture Jaxen had made while Rachel stayed and dropped her arms from her chest. She glanced at the time and realized it was close to 6PM and they should've been off around 4PM. Rachel looked back to see Puck raising an eyebrow to her and nodded towards the door.

"Dinner?" Puck offered.

Rachel sighed and looked at Brittany who smiled and nodded, waving her hand. Santana stepped closer to Rachel and placed a hand on her shoulder, leaning down to speak into her ear (yes, Rachel was wearing 4 inch heels, but when you're the shortest in the group and the other two are also wearing 4 inch heels, it doesn't make a difference).

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Santana giggled and pulled away, winking at her.

"Oh that really narrows it down," Rachel blinked innocently and then smirked when Santana gently hit her shoulder.

"Whatever, B- go get some nookie," The Latina called to her as she threw Rachel's gym bad to her.

Rachel caught the bag and smiled at the group, blowing a kiss to Jaxen. Puck laughed as he held the door for her, grabbing her ass as she passed him, "I'm with Santana on that one."

Rachel gasped and Puck laughed again, letting the door close. She shook her head and pushed him against the wall, a defiant stare on her face. Puck raised an eyebrow and Rachel placed her hands on her hips.

"You touch my ass again, Puckerman and I swear it'll be the last time you touch anything."

She was craning her neck to see him since her face only measured to his shoulders but Puck held his hands up at the threat, shrugging innocently. She nodded and threw him a tight smile before marching away and entering the change room.

She washed her face sponged her arms before changing into a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a thin tight-fitting grey sweater. She pulled on a pair of hot pink UGGS and fixed her hair, making it look wispy and making her bangs cascade into her shiny, dark locks. She also fixed her make-up, which made her eyes pop and her lips look poutier. She smiled into the mirror and threw everything into her gym bag before hooking the strap over her shoulder and emerging out of the door.

Puck nodded in approval and motioned for her to go ahead of him. Once they were about to leave the dance studio, he offered to take her bag and the two exited the building, thankful no shutterbugs were out there. It would be easier to get to Rachel's house to switch cars and drop her bag off before heading out.

"Just follow me," Rachel nodded, getting into her car and starting it up, "Don't call me if you get lost."

"I'll be fine," Puck assured, rolling his eyes and getting into his own car.

Soon, they were driving to Rachel's house and everytime she looked in her rearview mirror, he was right there. She rolled her eyes everytime she saw his smirking face and once they got to her street and closer to her house, she hit the button near her sunroof and watched as the gates opened. She pulled in and parked off to the side as Puck did the same and they both got out.

"Any difficulties?" Rachel threw over her shoulder, jumping up the marble steps to her front door.

"Did it seem like it, Ms. High and Mighty?" Puck threw back, holding the door open as she stuck her keys into the lock.

The brunette rolled her eyes and opened the heavier door, stepping in and throwing her bag down by the door. She left her shoes on and walked through the house as barking filled Puck's ears. He smiled and closed the door behind him.

"You have a dog?"

"Two," Rachel informed, walking into the kitchen that was straight ahead, Puck followed her.

He strode into the kitchen and saw a small and large dog off to the corner, a tall metal fence blocking them into a large space of the kitchen. She threw a grin over her shoulder and leaned down over the fence, letting her two dogs lick her face. She laughed and patted them.

"The small one is Monster," Rachel stood back up, looking to Puck, "He's a full-bred wiener dog," Puck nodded and stepped closer, looking at the two dogs. He too bent over and patted the canines, "And this huge one over here is Tiny," She laughed embarrassedly, "He's a Rottweiler and Great Dane mix."

"Wow," Puck nodded, "Completely different dogs."

"He's a big baby though," Rachel pursed her lips and scrunched Tiny's face to make a mass amount of winkles before kissing the dog's forehead, "I've had him since he was 3 weeks; the owner didn't want him and was just going to shoot him so I took him," She informed and then looked over at Monster, "Now him- I just got him last month. The owners couldn't afford all the shots he needed so they gave him to the Humane Society; they called me and offered him to me. I took him obviously; I mean… how could you resist that face?" Rachel pouted to the wiener dog and then grinned.

"I wouldn't take you as a dog lover," Puck shook his head, "Cats maybe… but not dogs."

"You think I would actually be a crazy cat lady?" Rachel laughed, "They're always lazy, conceited, and are not capable of loving unless you pet them constantly," She shook her head and then raised her eyebrow, smirking, "Actually, they're a lot like you."

"Oh!" Puck laughed humorlessly, "You're good- get that joke off Google?"

"How'd you know?" Rachel mocked.

"Just a guess," Puck mocked back.

"Let me guess," Rachel turned to him, crossing her arms over her chest and smirking, "You own a cat, don't you?"

"Why would you think that?" He turned to face her and mimicking her position.

"Because you don't have dog hair on you," Rachel started, "Not to mention how you didn't inform me of your own pets at home. Also, you don't seem like the type to own a dog or anything else that needs love."

"So what?"

"So," Rachel raised an eyebrow, "You either own a cat or a goldfish."

"You're so sure?" Puck shook his head.

"I'll bet you ten bucks."

"No."

"Because I'm right, huh?" Rachel grinned in triumph.

"Shut up," Puck rolled his eyes, dropping his arms.

"Cat?"

"Maybe."

"How many?"

"Three."

"You're a crazy cat man!" Rachel laughed and pointed tauntingly at him.

"Shut up," Puck rolled his eyes again, "Let's go get dinner and get our names out there."

"Okay, crazy cat man," Rachel repeated and laughed.

Puck sighed heavily and turned her around by her shoulders, pushing her towards the hall. Rachel continued to laugh and taunt as Puck pushed her out the door. She locked it as Puck made his way to his large truck and waited for Rachel to get in before starting it up.

"So, I thought you got into an accident?" Rachel pondered as they left her house, making sure the gate closed behind them.

"Yeah?" Puck nodded, turning right and towards the city.

"So wouldn't your car be totaled?"

"It was," Puck nodded again, "I have four different cars, Berry."

"Berry?" Rachel questioned.

"It's better than Rachel."

"Did you seriously just say my last name is better than my given?"

"Rachel is boring," Puck explained, "Berry can be a double meaning," He glanced at her and smirked while stopping at a red light, "Also, they strive on pet names; mine for you is Berry."

"And what's mine for you?"

"Puck," He shrugged.

"No, everyone calls you that," Rachel shook her head as Puck continued to drive.

"Whatever."

"How about asshole?" Rachel innocently asked, shooting him a tight smile.

Puck scoffed, "And I'll call you bitch?"

"That's irrelevant," She shook her head, shifting in her seat and looking out the window, "Where are we going?"

"The Rumored Olive," Puck informed, taking a left.

"Everybody goes there!" Rachel gawked, "We probably won't even be able to get a table let alone into the actual restaurant with all the stupid press!"

"We'll get in," Puck shrugged, "Every restaurant wants the hot new 'are they or aren't they' couple to help with their business- it was a simple call."

"Finn probably called, you're just taking the credit."

"Awe, you know me so well!" Puck mocked, pressing a hand to his heart.

"You're not that hard to figure out," Rachel laughed humorlessly.

"Oh is that so?" Puck challenged.

"Yeah," She nodded, "Most of your song lyrics just spew what you are."

"Oh, so you're familiar with my stuff?" Puck raised an eyebrow.

"Just because my group's name is Restrictions, doesn't mean I'm musically restricted," She smirked.

"Hm," Puck took a left, "Now that's surprising seeing as how I thought you were some stuck up brat who only listened to her kind of music."

"A stuck up brat?" Rachel narrowed her eyes.

"'Cause I need it all, now is that so hard, I'm your baby doll and I get what I want," Puck sang and Rachel laughed.

"That's a song," Rachel smirked and rolled her eyes, "And I'm surprised you know it."

"I told you, I like my women dancing, and in heels and tight clothing," Puck shrugged.

Rachel raised an eyebrow and Puck nodded, "Hey, Puck?"

He made a questioning sound and pulled into the parking lot, seeing a couple flashes towards a celebrity couple making their way into the restaurant. He parked and turned the engine off, glancing over at Rachel.

"We're going to get married."

Puck blinked and looked out the windshield, "Yeah…"

"For all the wrong reasons."

Puck blinked again and twitched his head to look at her for a brief second before glancing out the window again, "Yeah."

"Oh my God," Rachel breathed out, "We're going to get married for all the wrong reasons and my parents are going to freak."

"Yeah, you try telling my mother I'm marrying someone," Puck rolled his eyes, "She'd be down on her knees praising the lord."

"I'm going to hell," Rachel shook her head which was suddenly feeling light; "We're both going to hell, oh my god!"

"No, no- listen Berry!" Puck started, turning in his seat to look at a hyperventilating Rachel, "We're going to get married- we won't do the traditional vows and we'll skip some of what the minister says- easy, okay? It won't be a sin and we'll just get a quickie divorce like Finn said."

"Divorce is a sin!" Rachel breathed out heavily, shaking her head and staring at Puck with big brown eyes.

"We'll our marriage isn't real! So the divorce part isn't really true! So it's not like we're committing a double sin here; we'll be fine, Berry!" Puck tried to assure.

"I can't tell my fathers that it's fake, I can't- they'll think that Hollywood is changing me and they'll- oh my god, I just can't tell my fathers!"

If it wasn't evident, Rachel was just starting to realize she was going to be married to one of Hollywood's bad boy players. Everyone knew of the notorious scandal that was named Noah Puckerman and her fathers would be incredibly disappointed with her. Rachel did believe that LA was changing her for the better- but now that she's gotten herself into this dating/marrying/duet/Puck thing, she knows Hollywood has changed her- and not for the best.

"Berry, it's fine!" Puck shrugged, reaching over hastily and rubbing her back, "Just don't tell them it's fake- we're acting in front of a huge crowd, I think we can manage our parents. We'll be fine, we'll get through it."

"What if my dads find out?" Rachel looked back to her 'boyfriend', her eyes wide with worry, "What if we let something slip or what we say doesn't match up? What if-"

"Berry!" Puck cut her off; Rachel snapped her mouth shut and glanced around at the flashing cameras that had just swarmed Puck's SUV, "Berry, look at me," Rachel blinked and did as she was told. Puck placed his hands on the sides of her face and raised an eyebrow, "Stop dwelling on the 'what if's', okay? What if you weren't in 'Restrictions'?" Rachel bit her lip, "Exactly, you can't answer that with for sure knowledge; it's better to just put it behind you. So listen to me, okay? We're going to do this, and it'll be over before you know it. Nobody has to know it's not real, okay?" Rachel swallowed and nodded mutely. Puck smiled softly at her and then glanced at the awaiting shutterbugs. He looked back at her, "You ready to do this?"

Puck pulled his hands away from her and Rachel ran a hand through her hair before stating, "Would it make a difference?"

"Probably not," Puck shrugged and then smirked, reaching for his handle, "We're on a contract for 6 and a half months, so we better make the most of it."

"Don't touch my ass," Rachel warned, pointing at him and reaching for the door handle with her other hand.

He smirked, "Can't promise anything, babe."

/..

A/N: yeaah, so it was mostly a filler.
but you see rachel&puck's relationship kind of.

let me see some love pleasee! :D