Hey everyone! I'm so sorry this took so long to update! I've been swamped with the new job I got, and I just haven't had time to sit down and write. I hope you guys still like it and keep reading! Also, sorry if it's kinda short. I wrote this in about an hour or two, and I really wanted to get a new chapter up for you guys, so that's why it's really short.
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"Noah Puckerman, you give my algebra book back to me now!" Rachel stomped her foot on the floor of her bedroom, where Puck was holding her algebra book high above her head. He smiled wickedly, and only held the book higher out of her reach.
"Jump for it." His smile spread wider across his face. She pursed her lips, and leaped for the book, reaching as high as possible. She didn't even come close.
Rachel sighed, defeated. "Noah, I wouldn't have asked you to come over if I knew you were just going to horse around. Now please, return my algebra book so that we may finish our homework." It was Sunday, and Rachel had been planning on baking cookies for the glee club, but the party on Friday had had a lasting effect on her yesterday. Which meant she didn't do her homework that was due tomorrow. Because Puck had been the one to convince her to go to the party, she corralled him into coming over to finish their homework together.
"You didn't 'ask' me to come over, you practically forced me. Not that I mind it." Ever since the party, Puck had been much more open with flirting with Rachel. It didn't bother her really, seeing as he had been doing nothing but flirt with her lately, but he seemed more persistent about it.
She gulped slightly, unsure of why. "Noah, did I do something to make you more tenacious with your tactics?" Puck's eyebrow rose, which obviously meant she had confused him. "What I mean is, what has caused you to be so much more open about flirting with me?"
"Well, you did. At Santana's party."
She racked her brain for a moment where she could have given him the idea that she wanted something more than friendship between them. All that came to her was drunk dancing and pounding music. "What exactly did I do at Santana's party?"
He grinned widely at her. "Besides get wasted? You kissed me. And I'm not talking some peck on the lips. You pretty much tried to steal my tongue straight outta my mouth."
Rachel's cheeks flushed when she heard about the way she had acted on Friday. "What else happened at the party?" Now that she thought about it, she couldn't recall much of anything from it.
"Hmm, well, you kissed me, you drank some more, then went up to Santana's room and puked. I came in just as you passed out on her bed. You were pretty trashed, so I drove you home and-"
"You drove me home? Noah, you had been drinking that night, too! You could have gotten in a wreck!"
"Berry, calm down. I had, like, half a cup of that stuff. It wasn't anywhere near enough to get me drunk. Anyways, after I got you home, I carried you to your door, then you mumbled something about a spare key. I found it, got in, and put you in your bed. Then I left." He shrugged and sat next to her on the bed.
She couldn't believe what a fool she had made herself look like in front of him. "I apologize for the way I acted at the party. I must have been a complete embarrassment. Now, let's finish our math."
They worked together on their papers, helping each other along through the problems. Puck was surprisingly good at math, which made the work go by much faster.
Rachel walked him downstairs to the front door and apologized once more before he left. "Noah, I really do feel like such an idiot for being so impulsive at the party. It really was unlike me to act in such a manner."
"Ah, it's no biggie. I knew you wanted a piece of Puckzilla anyways."
She chuckled a bit to herself at his self-proclaimed nickname. "I never said I 'wanted a piece' of you."
He leaned on the door frame, looking like he enjoyed toying with her. "You didn't have to. I can see it in your eyes. And besides, you wouldn't have made out with me if it wasn't the truth."
"I was drunk, Noah. You can't blame me for the actions that the alcohol made me do."
"I'm not talking about at the party. I'm talking about that night when I came over to practice with you and you tackled me. It's alright; I know it's hard to resist." He smirked, obviously pleased with himself.
Baffled, she insisted on him leaving. "I think you need to get home now, Noah. I have other things to do, and this conversation has no evidence to back it up anyways."
"It only bothers you so much because you know it's true. But whatever. I'll see you and your hot little Jewish ass on Monday at school." Before she could comment, he turned and headed out to his truck. Rachel forcefully shut the door, and marched up to her room, where she put on the background music to "I Caught Myself" by Paramore. The song resonated through her room, and she began to belt out the words.
Down to you, you're pushing and pulling me down to you, but I don't know what I...
Now when I caught myself, I had to stop myself from saying something that I should have never thought. Now when I caught myself, I had to stop myself rom saying something that I should have never thought of you.
Of you... You're pushing and pulling me down to you, but I don't know what I want. No I don't know what I want.
You got it, you got it. Some kind of magic. Hypnotic, hypnotic. You're leaving me breathless. I hate this, I hate this. You're not the one I believe in, with God as my witness.
Now when I caught myself, I had to stop myself from saying something that I should have never thought. Now when I caught myself, I had to stop myself from saying something that I should have never thought of you.
Of you... You're pushing and pulling me down to you, but I don't know what I want. No I don't know what I want.
Don't know what I want, but I know it's not you. Keep pushing and pulling me down, when I know in my heart it's not you.
Hmmm... Ohh..
Now when I caught myself, I had to stop myself from saying something that I should have never thought.
Now when I caught myself, I had to stop myself from saying something that I should have never thought of you. I knew, I know in my heart it's not you. I knew, but now I know what I want, I want, I want. Oh no, I should have never thought!
The song finished, and she walked downstairs to bake the cookies she had planned on for the glee club.
