A/N: Yet again, another addition to my one-shot Puckleberry mania…hope you like it. It's based off the song "Better Than Revenge" off of Taylor Swift's new album, Speak Now. It's Rachel, going totally crazy on Santana, and then Puck walking in and hearing it….:)
Reviews appreciated. Love!
Rachel Berry stalked into the choir room before glee club, hoping to catch Santana alone. She saw the Latina girl sitting there with Brittany.
"Brittany, could you please leave so Santana and I can have a conversation," Rachel stated (more like demanded, there was no room for reasoning). The blonde girl stood up and wandered out of the classroom, and Rachel glared at Santana.
"What is your problem man hands? I can't think with you staring at me like that," Santana said, rolling her eyes.
"You are my problem you boy stealing little…UGH," Rachel shouted, her fists clenched at her sides and her body shaking with rage.
"What, little miss. Berry can't swear? Awww, poor little girl. Let me say this loud and clear, Puck is mine. You keep your damn hands off of him or I'll have something to say about it," Santana said with a toss of her ponytail. Rachel stared at her, her mouth wide open.
"You did not just say that Lopez," Rachel growled.
"The only damn thing you're known for is you sexual prowess in bed. That and your talent for stealing boyfriends. I'll have you know that Noah and I are better suited to each other than you and him ever were. We actually have conversation that involves our mouths," Rachel stopped, taking a deep breath and Santana laughed,
"There are lots of conversations you can have with your mouth Berry, trust me…most of them don't involve talking,"
Rachel blushed a bright red before opening her mouth to speak again.
"Oh trust me Santana, I know that. But you know what, I think you telling people about what you and Noah did over the summer is just because you're jealous him and I are dating! Just because you have a Cheerios skirt makes people believing you. But no amount of Cheerios outfits gives you dignity. You're a lying little tramp who can't deal with the fact that I am dating and currently in love with the boy you have a thing for!" Rachel said, her face right in Santana's space.
"You love me? Man Berry, that's pretty hot," Came a lazy drawl over her shoulder. Rachel blushed and turned to look at her boyfriend,
"Yeah, sorry I didn't tell you sooner…" Rachel trailed off as she watched her boyfriends eyes rake down her body, then back up to her eyes.
"That's fine Berry, I love you too!" Puck said (Yeah, he knows, totally out of character, but whatever, it's the truth).
"You've got to be fucking kidding me Puck, you love this little….ugh!" Santana yelled, her arms crossed over her chest in frustration.
"I do actually. And I don't appreciate you spreading rumours about me and you over the summer," Puck said as he drew Rachel into his arms.
"So maybe you should think about what you did," he said as he brought his lips to Rachel's. The kiss was gentle, a caress. The couple heard Santana storm out of the room, and heard frenzied gasps from the rest of the glee club when they entered the room.
"That was so much better than revenge," Rachel whispered to Puck.
"That was so much hotter than revenge," Puck retorted.
"My dad's aren't home until late tonight, we should ditch glee club and go back to my house," Rachel muttered, extracting herself from Puck's arms.
"Mr. Schuester, Puck has a horrible headache and needs to go home, I'm going to drive him," Rachel said informatively, grabbing her boyfriend by the hand and leading him out of the choir room.
"Fuck, you mean we have to actually make it to your house?" Puck groaned,
"Seeing you take on Santana like that was fucking hot!"
"Noah! Watch your language," Rachel said as they got into Puck's truck. The drive home was a fast one, Rachel complaining about the speed as usual and Puck ignoring it. When he finally parked in the driveway, Rachel led him by the hand into the house and up to her room.
"Noah, close your eyes," Rachel said.
"Oh, I like the sound of this," Noah said, his dark eyes flickering closed.
"We're going to have a conversation with no words," Rachel said. A mischievous grin spread across Puck's face.
"Are you meaning what I'm thinking?" He asked.
"You'll have to see. Keep your eyes closed and you might just be right," Rachel said, leaning in to kiss the boy, her hands sliding down his abs and resting on his belt buckle.
"Rach, you so are," Puck trailed off as…
A/N: Yeah I know, I ended it…ehehehe, sorry but…..yeah just not gonna go there.
