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Chapter 9
The next day Puck got out of Rachel's house quickly because he was not going to tempt fate by being there and having her dads come home early. Plus he needed to do some stuff for his mom at home. In the afternoon he headed back to Matt's house for some HALO with the bros.
Matt, Mike, and Artie were finishing cleaning up in the kitchen and were getting some food together. He and Finn were battling it out in the living room.
"So, you still cool with Rachel and me?" he asked him like it mattered.
"What? Yeah. Whatever. Rachel's cool. Just don't be your usual dickish self to her."
"What's up with you and Lopez?" Puck asked casually.
"What the fuck? Are you jealous?" Finn questioned.
"Fuck no." Puck answered. "It's just kind of weird. Me with your ex. You with my ex. It's like a fucking soap opera."
"I guess. I try not to think about it. It's all in the past." Finn said.
Yeah. Easy for him to say. "Did you notice it's like we kind of switched places?" Puck asked him.
"Yeah." Finn smiled. "I kind of like it." He said.
Course he did! He'd be even dumber not to! Fucking girls thought Finn was a stud now. How the fuck?
"Anyway. What do you care? You're with Rachel. You're happy."
He was happy. Right? Yeah, he was happy as fuck. He'd be happier if he got to fuck, but Rachel… she was special. She was different. She was like nobody he'd ever been with. He cared about her. SHIT. That was so not badass.
The other guys returned to the living room with pizza. They played games and nobody talked about anyone's junk or who was getting it. This was safe. This was normal. Puck felt better. When he left that night, he felt a whole lot better.
The next day at school Puck did not feel better. The girls were totally following Finn again and EVERYONE was talking about his junk. Seriously. In both classes he went to that day, the girls all whispered, and didn't whisper about Finn Hudson and the monster cock he was sporting. It was so depressing. Didn't they have anything else to talk about?
At lunch, he sat down next to Rachel and overheard Mercedes say something like "Well you already knew that, didn't you?"
What the fuck? Did he have to be with her 24/7 just to make sure the other girls weren't talking to her about Finn's dick? What the hell was in the water at McKinley? Damn. He'd have to keep her distracted.
He ran a finger along her lips. "God I have good memories of these lips." He told her quietly. "Do you have good memories of mine?"
She flushed red immediately. He knew she was remembering their weekend. This was what should be on her mind. He wouldn't be able to see her tonight because he had weightlifting after Glee and then he'd need to be with his sister. He really wanted to be with her tonight. This had been a long day already.
The rest of the day didn't go well. A freshman cheerio actually stopped him in the hallway. When he turned to her with a smirk, she asked if he had Finn's cell number. He just walked away. What the fuck was up?
At Glee Mr. Schue had Finn and Rachel working on dance moves to their new duet. It was way too fucking close. They were way too fucking close and it seemed like Rachel was grinding up against him. Finn probably had a fucking hard-on. Who was he kidding? Of course Finn had a fucking hard-on. From Puck's girl. Damn this day sucked.
He kissed Rachel after Glee and sent her home with Kurt. He went to lift and worked himself hard. It wasn't the kind of workout he needed, but he would have to wait 'til he was home for that. Instead of feeling satisfied after he amazing weekend, he felt more frustrated than ever. He needed more, and this week was not working out that great.
He called Rachel about 8:00 that night.
"Noah, I wasn't expecting your call right now. I'm kind of busy."
"What's going on, babe? I'm missing you."
"That's so sweet, but Finn and I need to work on the moves for our new song. We were a mess during practice today. I know even you noticed because I saw you frowning at us." He heard Finn laugh at that in the background. Yeah. He'd fucking noticed Finn Hudson grinding his dick up against his girlfriend's ass. And now they were doing it AGAIN at her house. This day could not get worse.
"Okay. How much longer you going to be?" he tried to sound casual.
"Not much longer. My dads will be home soon, and I'll want to talk to them. I'll call you later."
Her dads weren't even home. This day just got worse.
