OMG thank God it works!!! You must be wondering, "WTH IS SHE ON ABOUT?!" Well, I will explain on my A/N at the end of the story. Oh oh oh, I passed Maths and French as well!!! EEEEEEK but I still don't know about English... please let me pass that too!
Speaking of English, I'm dreading it right now. Why? Well, we are doing transition classes for 2 weeks, and our first assessment is an oral about a current issue. I'm cool with that, but I'm not cool having to do it first against my will! You see, the order of presenting the orals is in alphabetical order... reversed, and I'm last. Argh. What my surname is, you will never know. EVER know.
And btw, I wanna thank samcamstargate1 for suggesting the idea for locking them up in a closet, so I'm guessing this chappie is for you. THIS CHAPPIE IS FOR YOU!!! Soz, I'm high on a packet of Nerds. Yummy.
And btw, suggest some ideas you want Puckleberry to be tortured with. Oh oh, and I even thought of a sequel for the story. BRAVOOO!!! I'll shut my mouth and start my English oral, and my Chem, Bio, Maths, and French hw. Sucks to be me.
Disclaimer: I'm too lethargic to say it. See chappies 1-3 for more info. Alas, chappie numero quatre. Bon apetite!
"Admiring my good looks are we?"
"Yes Puck. Oh how I want to run my hands all over your torso."
"We can try that now if you want, and don't worry, I want to do the exact same thing to you too."
"Dickhead."
"Aww, your words hurt the heart you know that?"
"If my words are said to you, then I don't really care."
"Ouch! Hot, feisty but hot."
Rachel gasped a little, waking up. Why the hell did she just have a dream about before? Out of all the things she could dream of, he had to be in it. To her, it sucked big time. The guy who would piss her off, give her flirtatious comments, and sometimes insult her dignity and pride had to be in her dreams. In a way, she was grateful he wasn't involved in one of her dreams that was R18+ rated… not that she had dreams like that… awkward silence right now.
Shivering slightly since she didn't bring a spare jumper after being slushied, she scanned her surroundings for her blanket. Oddly, she couldn't find it so she mentally decided to grab the first thing she perceived in the dark – a jacket. Rachel carefully grabbed it where it lay near her legs and wrapped it around her slender body, warmth from the silky article of clothing immediately making her body regenerating heat. She moved her way closer to the warm pillow that made her feel comfortable, and nestled her head on it gently. A smile spread across her plump lips, shutting her mocha eyes and slowly drifting off to sleep.
"Why did you just do that? There is like nothing on your hair."
"So there is no slushie in my hair?"
"Ohh about that… you see I wanted a reason to hold you."
"Damn you jerk."
"What? I was cold and I needed something to keep me warm and you happened to be the answer."
"Your pick-up lines suck; go try them out on someone else."
Today was such a long and tiring day, especially for her having to deal with a pervert, asshole, idiot, flirtatious imbecile, badass, juvenile freak – all the same person. Rachel was just glad she was safe in her room, and that nothing can annoy her now. She sighed heavily, snuggling deeper, her somewhat firm but gentle pillow relaxing her head, and tugging on the jacket to have minimum goosebumps.
Somehow, she felt something snake around her hips, causing Rachel to open her eyes, scared. Precariously, she turned her head, ready to scream when she saw it was none other than an arm. This literally freaked Rachel out, finding out that someone had smuggled a dead body in McKinley High, let alone she was resting her head on top of one.
Cue a muffled scream.
That was until she saw whose arm it belonged to, staring at their visage, her worst nightmare herself: Noah Puckerman. She gasped, covering her mouth so he wouldn't wake up. Unfortunately for her, he slowly began to open his gorgeous eyes, his vision blurry. After a while, it registered on the first thing he saw – that annoying hell of a diva Rachel Berry… whose head was lying gracefully on his chest.
The part our favourite bad boy loved the most – she was now in a position that was very, very suggestive, something he couldn't get out of his head. Bad Puck, bad, get those dirty thoughts out of your head.
A smirk grew on his face. "Well, looks like little miss sexy has entered the dark side."
Rachel began to protest, but it just gave Puck the opportunity to wrap his arm around Rachel's waist even more. She tried to push herself off of him, but it just made her now lie on top of him. As much as Rachel was horrified about the outcome, Puck was enjoying every minute of it. If this was what heaven was like, he wanted it to be like that forever.
"Didn't know you wanted to take it to the next level, I mean if you want we can skip first base and go straight to second, or if you really can't resist my manliness, let's just jump to home already. What do you say about that?"
"I'd say you're a complete jackass and a buffoon for even suggesting that."
"Oh come on! You know you want too."
"Keep telling yourself that."
"I do, don't you worry about that. And I know you do, you keep looking at my handsome face and admire my special qualities and abilities."
"Like slushing people? Retorting unnecessary comments and derogatory words? Picking on people that have a lower status than you on the social ladder?"
"What? I am not like that, and I was referring to my pecks, my abs, and don't get me started on my guns!"
"Nice, but I don't care! And that's not what I'm looking for in my perfect man."
"Whatever it is, I'm all of it, except for prissy – that's you."
"You know what Puck? Screw you!"
"You know what? That ain't a bad idea, how about it?"
"AGHHH!"
********
Meanwhile…
Glee rehearsal had just finished, and the Glee gang was laughing at Finn's perspective on throwing Rachel in the little room. They all halted when they heard arguing in the room itself.
"You know what Puck? Screw you!"
"You know what? That ain't a bad idea, how about it?"
"AGHHH!"
The gang tried to laugh, but contained themselves to muffled chuckling. Kurt smiled, placing his hand across his heart while tapping Katy that lay blandly on his mop of luscious hair. "Sigh, young love. Always in denial, but not for long." He grabbed Katy from his head and started making googly eye expressions with it, puckering his lips to the object clutched in his hand.
"Guys, I think I'm ready to take my relationship with Katy to the next level," Kurt announced, but quietly since he didn't want the bickering couple locked up in the room to stop, well… bickering.
Brittany awed, Mercedes, Artie and Tina looked at him like he was stupid, and the rest all gave him a clueless expression. "Uh… who is Katy?" Finn questioned, brave enough to break the eerie silence – apart from the banters from… must I say who?
Kurt gasped, his eyes filled with anger. "Gasp, you did not just say that? Did he just say that?" he asked his fellow Glee members, who in return just nodded their heads, except for Brittany who shouted, "Repeat what you said Finn."
"How can you not know who Katy is, we've been the most talked about couple since we hooked up!" he shouted, raising his oh so cute voice a little.
"But you supposedly 'hooked up' just today," Artie interjected, emphasizing his words.
"Stop it Artie, not only are you insulting me, you're also insulting my dear Katy," Kurt explained annoyed. He held Katy in front of the paraplegic wheelchair user's visage, his expression smug. "Apologize."
Artie got confused. "What?"
Mercedes cut in. "Kurt, it's just a stupid hat. Besides, you're gonna leave it for another item of clothing anyway."
Kurt did that 'nu-uh' thing with his finger in front of his sassy friend. "Nu-uh, and by the way, Katy is not stupid; you're stupid for suggesting that. I've never had this connection with any of my belongings before. She shares the same pain as me and you are all just jealous that Kurty is going stronger than PuckleBerry."
Quinn glanced at him stupidly. "You actually gave yourself one of those hook-up names used on celebrities?"
Finn nodded with his pregnant girlfriend. "Yeah, and what's PuckleBerry? Is that a fruit?"
Groans came out from everyone, who all left the still confused Finn. "What did I say?"
Quinn came back for her boyfriend, pulling him by his ear while he complained about the pain. "No wonder why you failed English."
********
Puck gushed like a lovesick fool when Rachel scrunched her nose with disgust, hidden freckles popping out on her visage. If only she knew how cute she just looked right now.
"You are on my death wish Noah Puckerman," Rachel threatened, interrupting his sudden sappy thoughts evaporating from thin air.
Puck leaned closer to her ear, chuckling. "Is that so? And by the way, nice jacket."
Rachel glanced to where her jacket lay wrapped around her legs, gasping in horror. It wasn't her jacket, it was his jersey jacket. Oh crap, no. She reached out for the jacket, and chucked it at his face.
Puck mumbled into the jacket. "Wow, Berry's legs were wrapped around my jacket and I didn't even persuade her to do it. The guys now owe me ten bucks."
That was when Rachel noticed her surroundings. She wasn't in her room, why would her room have several types of brooms and buckets, have a lot of dirt everywhere, and not have a bed? There was only one place she could think of that she and Puck were in…
"Oh shit!" she cursed, getting off of Puck to open the door. What do you know? It's locked. Panicking, Rachel banged on the door, demanding someone to open it right now.
However, Puck didn't understand her motives. "Berry, I don't really know what you are doing, but just sit your ass down next to me right now," he exclaimed, patting the empty space next to him.
Rachel just ignored him and kept yelling. Puck rolled his eyes, got up, flexed his muscles a bit, and trudged towards the screaming petite girl banging furiously at the hollow door. "Step aside darling, let a real man show you how it's done."
He gently shoved Rachel to the side, and kicked the door. The kick was so loud that the door would open… but it didn't. Annoyed, Puck kicked the door a few more times, banging himself to it, even chucking a few buckets at it. No movement from the door whatsoever.
Puck groaned, rubbing his muscles. "Ow, my poor guns are now deflated."
Rachel rolled her eyes. "How egotistical of you, and what a great way to show what a real man you really are." She had to admit that when he gently moved her from the enclosed door, her goosebumps resurfaced and it wasn't because she was wearing a shirt and skirt, and when he hurled himself towards the door, a part of her somehow made her feel the same pain he did.
Puck glanced up to the girl trapped with him, annoyed. "Well you go try doing that then."
"I don't want to act like a total Neanderthal, that's more of your job," she answered, crossing her arms across her chest, huffing.
"You got one part right – I am wild," he stated, winking at her. His face then turned serious. "Why were you banging like a psycho girl that seemed drunk and had some drugs?"
Rachel scoffed. "Firstly, I have morals to obtain, and drugs and alcohol are not one of them. Secondly, I'm not a psycho, and thirdly, don't you know what room we are in now?"
Puck stared at anywhere but the girl in front of him. When she finished her speech, he sneered at her. "Oh, you done? Good and all I know is that I'm in a room with you."
After he had said that, Rachel's cheeks started to burn up. One, the last few words he had just said to her, "I'm in a room with you," made her feel queasy in her stomach and her heart, and two; his face was only a few inches apart. Puck seemed to realize this as well as he noticed in the dark that Rachel moved her head to the side. Puck seemed to smile at that – it turned out all the girls couldn't resist him, even the wannabe diva herself.
"Incase you have failed to notice, we are both locked in the janitor's closet!" Rachel whispered angrily.
Puck glanced at Rachel oddly. "And you are angry about this why?"
Rachel gave a quiet shrill, raising her hands up in the air. "Because I'm stuck with you!"
"You say it like it's a bad thing."
"Uh… because it is!"
********
Nothing had change after being locked in the dreaded janitor's closet with their worst nightmare for over three and a half hours. Rachel was still banging on the hollow door, yelling for anyone to let them out, while Puck lazily just sat on the ground, listening to his iPod and watching Rachel making a complete fool out of herself in the dark. To be honest, Puck actually had dreams like these – when he and Rachel were stuck in a predicament and in the end, they would be making out like there was no tomorrow. Oh how he loved those dreams so much, it made him feel what all teenaged boys feel in their adolescent stage. You can figure it out yourselves if you know what I mean…
Puck stopped fantasizing when he heard no more banging from the darling herself. He perceived Rachel leaning on the door, wrapping her arms around her legs, and whimpering to herself. Even though it was still dark, he noticed she was wiping a few tears off of her rosy cheeks. Sighing, he stood up and walked over to her, careful not to trip over anything, since they still hadn't found the light switch yet.
Rachel peeked up, seeing the mohawked boy towering over her. "What do you want now? Come to laugh at this situation, or say more endearments to me?"
Puck seemed stung by her words. Sure, he loved pushing her buttons but deep down he was someone with feelings. He sat next to the teary-eyed girl and motioned for a hug. Rachel looked at him as if he was on fire. "What are you doing?"
"I'm cold," Puck stated while smirking, his voice whining a little. How could he not turn down this opportunity to make more fun of her?
"Go grab your jacket," Rachel hissed quietly, rubbing her arms.
"It's too far to get it," Puck whined even more.
Rachel stared at him like he was stupid. "It's an arm's length away."
Puck retorted. "But it's too far!"
"You keep saying you're a man, now prove it."
"I'll show you how manly I am if I can get into your pants."
"You disgusting creep of a human being."
"But I'm your disgusting creep of a human being."
"Puck, shut up for once in your life."
"No can do Berry. You would miss all the hot 'endearments' I say to you and you will definitely miss my sexy voice."
Rachel sighed. There was no point arguing with Puck, she was going to die with him anyway. "We're going to die. I'm never going to be well-known and live the glamorous life, and you won't live to take care of your child."
This caught Puck off guard. How did he know about the whole pregnancy thing with Quinn?
"I don't know what you are talking about," Puck immediately responded with, looking away from Rachel.
"I know about the situation that you and Quinn are in, and I know that she is pregnant, and the baby is yours. You can deny all you want, I know that you know that I'm right," Rachel explained with more detail.
Puck sighed, for once no comebacks or flirtatious comments running through his skull. "Who told you this?"
One response from Rachel answered everything. "Mercedes."
"Damn bitch can't keep her mouth shut," Puck mumbled, shifting his position slightly on the closet floor.
"Mercedes may be a loud mouth at times, but she is a good friend. She is always there for me, and I'll always be there for her. And I know that if she saw that kid that slushied me, she would eat him alive, and Kurt would be there to bitch-slap the guy," she remarked, wrapping her arms around herself.
"That loser has already been taken care of," Puck mumbled, cracking his knuckles. This got Rachel to glance at him coyly and concerned. "What did you just say?"
"Karma will hit him that's for sure," Puck stated, changing his words. To be truthful, he didn't want Rachel to know that after she was slushied in front of the entire student body and after she ran away, he had beat up that asshole. Like he told himself before, he needed to be her knight in shining armour, since she was vulnerable at the school, but he wanted to be hidden, like a dark knight or something. Actually, he liked that more than being the 'knight in shining armour' – it made him look like a punce, and Noah Puckerman was not a punce.
"Who was it?" Rachel suddenly enquired.
He turned to face her. "What now?"
"Who was it that… you know, threw the…" Rachel began to say, hoping Puck knew what she was referring to.
Puck didn't know who it was actually. In fact, did the guy even go to their school? "Some guy wearing some really big shades, wearing a jersey jacket and some old hat grandparents would wear," Puck remembered. Oh how he wanted to beat up the guy again… he wondered what ever happened to him after.
Rachel sighed. "It doesn't even matter who the guy was, I'm pretty sure you found it more amusing."
Puck looked at her oddly and unsure. "What do you mean?"
"You would actually ask that question? You should know the answer by now; I mean you always throw a slushie in my face anyway, so I should've known that it was you who planned the whole thing," she explained even more.
Puck got angry that he was accused of something he didn't do. "You think I planned this? Are you nuts or something?"
"It's your area of expertise and you always love throwing slushies in my face."
"If this is my area of expertise, then I would've slushied you myself."
"Why didn't you then?"
"'Cause a) the dweeb did it for me, and b) I happen to be a human being with emotional feelings like everyone in the world."
"You really? Boy, I wouldn't have guessed that."
Puck smirked a little on the petite girl sitting next to him, who was shivering slightly. His smirk faded slightly, feeling sympathetic for the girl. If only there was something he could do to make her – for once, instead of all the quarrels – smile, and really mean it. Shuffling a little, he reached for his jersey jacket and handed it to Rachel. Her eyes widened, wondering what the bad boy was up to, so she raised one eyebrow to question his actions.
Puck chuckled. "Relax darling, I did what you told me to do – grab my jacket. And because I'm a good Samaritan and all, I gave it to you. Now what do you say to your hero?" he turned his face to the side, so Rachel was facing his right cheek.
Rachel chucked back the jacket to Puck's face, the jacket literally covering his visage. "Good Samaritan my ass."
Puck took the jacket off his face, smirking. "Would you prefer my jacket or my hugs? Well, I wouldn't care what you pick because either way, it would involve me so I don't mind. Although if I was you, I would definitely pick the second option, because-"
Immediately, Rachel took his jacket from him, resulting to Puck smirking his butt off. "Knew you couldn't resist me, even if you chose my jacket over me, but don't worry, you will come crawling to me anyway. They all do."
Rachel slipped on the jacket, glad her arms were rapidly warm. There was a problem though – it looked like a beanbag was thrown over her. She wondered if Puck noticed this too. Unfortunately for her, he did, because now he was laughing his ass off.
"Noah Puckerman, shut the fuck up!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Rewind, rewind all the way… and pause. Recap session - is it just me or did Rachel Berry just swear the ultimate swear word?"
"Ha ha, very funny, now shut up before I make you."
"That's okay; I'm ready to have a make-out session anyway. Who starts, me or you?"
"You barnacle head."
Puck chuckled and stood up, pacing back to where he woke up before, and sat back down, positioning himself and beginning to relax. He placed his hands at the back of his mohawked head, fingers intertwined, staring at the dim window light at the top of the wall opposite him. Even with the light from the window, it still wasn't bright enough to find the light switch… did the janitor's closet even have a light switch?
Since Puck had moved away from her, Rachel's warmth had died down, and felt colder than before. She tried huddling her knees, wrapping her arms around her legs while trying to cover both her slender legs and arms with the jersey jacket. Puck perceived this, and took this as an advantage to piss her off even more. "Still cold honey bunny?"
Rachel stared at him from the opposite side of the janitor's closet. "Something you can't fix."
"Sure I can, come sit here," Puck motioned. Pity, he was motioning to his…
Rachel scrunched her nose with disgust, and scoffed. "Eww! I will not sit on your lap!"
"Well, I know you don't like to get your clothes dirty and such, so I wouldn't recommend sitting on the ground, but then how will you sleep, like a zombie? Please, knowing you, you'd be like the K-man and needs their beauty sleep," Puck stated, his eyes still focused on the dim light.
"I can manage thanks," she concluded, resting her head on the door to attempt to sleep.
"Fine, have it your way," Puck uttered, his eyelids closed.
********
For thirty minutes, Rachel tried to sleep, but it was hopeless. She was so darn cold, and she didn't want her clothing to get too dirty. She wasn't a germ freak like Miss. Pillsbury but she didn't want germs and bacteria and all to crawl all over her in the middle of the night, since this was the janitor's closet. She glanced at where Puck was, sitting in the same position, his hands still; intertwined resting at the back of his partially bald head. That was when his offer immediately popped up in her mind.
No fricking way would she do it. She had some morals to obtain, and if she was famous, it would be a scandal if everyone found out she was sleeping on some juvenile idiot's lap. However, she felt like she had no choice anyway. Precariously, she got up, tiptoeing her way to the sleeping rebel. When she reached him, she unhurriedly sat on his lap, making sure that her skirt covered up her mid-thigh area so he wouldn't get any dirty and erotic ideas. Knowing him, she begged to differ.
Instantly, her legs, as well as her arms were warm once again. She smiled that she could finally sleep in peace, and the fact that she didn't wake him. Rachel nestled her head on Puck's chest, his breathing in an even pace, making her feel more sleepy. Closing her eyelids, she quietly sighed, feeling relaxed and glad that warmth had regenerated into her body once again.
Poor thing however didn't know that Puck opened one eye, smirking at Rachel's final decision to sit on his lap. Since their conversation ended half an hour ago, he was awake the whole time, but he kept hearing Rachel moving about uncomfortably, and he vowed to himself that he wouldn't sleep until she fell asleep peacefully. Now that she was comfortable enough, he could finally dream. He wished somehow that everyone knew that Rachel Berry was sitting and sleeping happily on his lap, if only his phone didn't die out on him before. Oh well, at least he could always dream about the incident over and over again.
Pity, the whole time she and Puck were trapped inside, they didn't seem to notice a camera, flashing red repeatedly, zooming in on the two because a) who would've thought that the bad boy and the good girl that hated each other so much would be stuck in a sticky situation where they were very much close to each other, and b) the conversation between the two was still going, even if it was a quick one.
"Knew you couldn't resist me."
"I thought you were asleep?"
"Couldn't, because of your shuffling. Why you were shuffling? You missed my warmth and wanted to get close to me as possible, that's why."
"Puck, shut up, I'm too tired. Goodnight."
"Night cherry Berry."
"Shut it."
"You love it."
"Oh I would love it… love it for you to shush! I'm trying to be comfortable."
"On my lap, remember? And to think you could be moving about in that corner on the floor, freezing to death, and I gave you an offer and you turn it down and what's this? You're on my lap! See, like I said before, I'm such a good Samaritan."
"And like I said before, Good Samaritan my ass."
Anyhoos, I will NOT do anymore Spongey Bungy quotes no more. I know you're sad, I can see the disappointment in your eyes. Why you may ask? Because I was trying to look for some last night, and I clicked on a webbie that said that the website itself was safe to click on. Then the page just closes itself, and a minute later, what is this I see? SOME STUPID POP-UP TELLING ME THAT MY LAPTOP HAS BEEN INFECTED WITH MANY THREATS AND VIRUSES. And I thought me and SpongeBob were friends... our friendship is soo over!
So, my good friends, DON'T LOOK FOR SPONGEBOB QUOTES. And if you do, go wiki. Yeah, I know they make up stuff, but it's better than one that will destroy you. Now I can't even go on the internet on my laptop. :'( but I'm on my dad's comp. Thank God that works.
And worse, the anti-spyware thing on my laptop doesn't even work anymore. Again, sucks to be me.
Oh well, just promise me one thing for me...
SMIGGLE!!!
R&R!!!