Disclaimer: I don't own either One Tree Hill or Glee.

Pairing: Puck and Peyton

Rating: Strong T

Warnings: Slight innuendo.

A/N: Thank you for reading this.

What on earth am I meant to do
In this crowded place there is only you
Was gonna to leave now I have to stay
You have taken my breath away

Chapter 4

Mike was pretty much envied by every guy –except him (shut up!) –walking down the hall with Peyton at his side, openly laughing at his jokes. It was not on purpose, he knew. Mike wasn't trying his hand at making everyone jealous when leaned in and kissed his girl smack on the lips. At least that was what he thought, but a traitorous part of his mind told him, the punk had done that to mark his territory. But he consoled himself with the fact that, he hadn't made a move so he shouldn't feel anything by it.

Karofsky ignored the scene altogether, while Duke turned an interesting shade of purple, because he'd just lost to Mike.

It wasn't an accident that Duke tackled hard and fast into Mike during practice, even if Chang didn't have the ball, sending the guy to the ground writhing in pain. Of course Puck retaliated slamming into the punk. There was a lot he tolerated, but a jealous punk hurting his friend all because the girl he wanted was totally into said friend, wasn't one of them.

That shit just wasn't cool.

He hadn't thought that Peyton would get hotter, but when she went after Duke for hurting her boyfriend, he seriously thought he was going to embarrass himself in a Finn kind of way. Because damn, that shit was hot as hell. And Santana is right there with her was totally messing with his self control.

Duke should have learned one thing, Mike was Peyton's –girl who took down Karofsky like it was a hobby –boyfriend and Santana's sweetheart, which meant messing with him would get you bashed by two (hot) girls like you wouldn't believe. The upside of the situation was that he was the one who pulled Peyton off Duke, while Matt handled Santana. And Even when struggling to get free, that body of hers felt so right in his arms.

Mike was a lucky bastard.

The first person, who noticed his increasing want for the girl –other than Santana of course –was Mike.

Screw. His. Life.

To say it sucked ass was a frigging understatement, but he was relieved that the guy didn't go all ninja crazy on his ass about it. Even worse, Mike had explained his feelings for the blonde, which (SHUT UP) made him feel like crap and acknowledge that maybe it was what he felt (SHUT THE HELL UP!).

But backing off was harder than he'd thought, not when they'd ended up spending time together. Not when she started talking to him, instead of exchanging glances and stares for across the room.

"Thanks for helping," she said, as they walked back to the auditorium with the box of costumes in his arms. He'd been heading there, when he'd seen her struggling with two boxes and figured helping her would get him into her good graces, and make it easier to get in her pants –in the future of course.

It totally did, because she smiled at him, and one of those genuine ones that reached her eyes too. What, that shit was hard to get from her okay.

He would have faulted Mike for not helping his girlfriend with the boxes, but when they walked in the guys were setting up the stage and he let it slide. The couple of course exchanged their smiles, Mike's an apology for not helping, hers letting him off the hook. Then she winked, and he truly almost lost his shit.

And no he wasn't jealous damn it!

So frigging what if he found her hot as frigging hell, half the damn male population thought the same damn thing. And yeah he may have gotten his wants mixed up but he was back on track. He was a guy, and Peyton was a hot female who was practically a walking frigging tease, and he wanted to do her bad. But like he said, Mike was his boy and he wouldn't mess with his girl no matter how much he wanted to get in her pants.

Just for the record it wasn't up for discussion. He was still a stud and was totally going to get her somehow.

It was frigging inevitable.

TBC

A/N: The lyrics are from In Your Eyes by Kylie Minogue.

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