Rachel did end up texting Puck later that day to arrange a time when they should meet and where. So that was why he found himself sitting opposite Rachel Berry in Breadsticks on a Saturday night and not at some Party getting drunk. If anyone saw him now, his badass rep would be in jeopardy.
"Right, I thought we could go over what subjects you need the most help in." Rachel said, pulling out a folder from beside her on the bench seat. "One of the receptionist staff helped me by printing off you grade records from now since two years ago." She then opened her folder and placed it front of him, as a piece of breadstick flew into her hair.
Puck being Puck, had taken up breaking breadsticks into pieces and throwing them into Rachel's hair as she spoke to him.
"Noah!" She scolded like she was speaking to a small child. She plucked a piece of breadstick out of her and chucked it on the floor.
"What?" He exclaimed protesting his innocence as he showed his hands.
"Don't. I'm trying to help you here." Rachel said, before launching herself back into her lecture about upping his grades.
As she ran on and on about Mathematical equations, Grammar, History dates and Spanish verbs Puck found interest in crunching up breadsticks or ripping the napkins to shreds. He watched everyone around them. Waiters and waitresses rushed around gracefully, serving people their meals. Many people were there on dates, sitting across from one and other gazing into another's eyes. It was quite sickening. Watching everyone around him he came up with a new way to taunt Rachel after all he couldn't not. It was Rachel Berry, for Christ sakes.
"Hey Berry, hoping to get lucky tonight. Eh." Puck winks, trying to wind her up.
"I don't know what you're implying." Rachel said shortly.
"Oh come on." Puck laughed. "Breadsticks? Honestly, anyone would think you'd taken me on a date."
"This is solely just educational purposes." Rachel told him sternly.
"Whatever. We all know you want a bit of the Puckzilla." Puck teased, leaning closer to her.
"Please?" Rachel laughed. "We would have met round mine, but my fathers are having a dinner party with a few colleagues, unless we could meet at yours in future?"
Puck just scoffed and took a drink of his cola. No way was Rachel going back to his household.
He continued to chuck pieces of Breadsticks into her hair, throughout the night. He loved to watch her trying to ignore the fact that crumbs were littering her hair when she tried to talk, how slowly she started to become annoyed. No longer able to contain her irritation she slammed her pen onto the table.
Eyes wide's and face flushed she began to attack him. "Noah Puckerman! As I said before I am here to help you. If you continue to throw breadsticks at me in such a childish manner I will not be able to help. Which means you will not be staying on the football team and you will not be staying in Glee. The loss of you from either one would be highly disappointing as you are a valued member of each." Rachel glowered at him. "So please, quit this immature selfishness and concentrate. Unless you pick up your grades, you'll end up a 'Lima Loser'!"
Lima Loser. He never wanted to become one of those. He didn't want to be stuck in a job he hated. A job he would come home moaning about, angered annoyed about only to hit out at his family. Lloyd, he was a Lima Loser. He was sure as hell wasn't going to end up like him. He would rather die than become a copy of Lloyd.
He swept the pieces of breadsticks onto the floor. They lapped into silence, as Rachel waited for a response from a rather quite Puck who was deep in thought.
"Noah. I'm sorry." Rachel said quietly, noticing Puck had taken what she said to heart.
"No. Don't be." Puck said, smirking as he looked up to her. "I was being a jerk. You're only trying to help."
She was quite surprised to hear Noah Puckerman admit he was in the wrong. "Right . . . well err. . . Shall we carry on with what I was saying before. . ?"
Puck cleared his throat. "Yeah."
Rachel was rather pleased towards the end of the night of what they had accomplished. Once giving Noah Puckerman a talking to he seemed to focus all his attention on to her and what she was saying. It was good to know that he was intent on achieving his grades, for now. She wasn't sure how long this new I-care-about-my-grades-Puck was going to last, but she was determined to make sure she pushed him. Rachel knew Puck good do it. Besides it looked good on her records to be shown to help others as well as maintaining her own grades.
A/N: Sorry for such a long wait for the latest update, (I've been a little busy with work), and really sorry for the shortness of the chapter but it's just a little filler to satisfy. I'm now writing the next update as you read this. Also, I'm looking into creating a collection of one shots –maybe Puckleberry inspired. So if you're interested in me doing this, could you please let me know and give me a few Prompts to run on for a few of them, give as many as you like. All appreciated as well as Review please! They're my muse to continue.