Day 2: The One Where Rachel Gets Jealous

Rachel is fuming. The entire day, she's been on edge for a multitude of reasons. She doesn't know where to even begin, the morning got off to a poor start because she overslept, and had to race to school. She didn't even have enough time to grab a granola bar, and now her stomach has been growling for the better part of the hour.

She's heard the rumors during her classes, she slouches in her seat. Girls are whispering about her and Puck, the guys adding their own opinions to it. She attempts to give herself a pep talk, they're only jealous, but she knows they're not, they're wondering how Puck ended up with her.

Just when Rachel thinks things can only improve, she's corned by Quinn by her locker.

"So."

Rachel looks over at her, and behind her, and waits for the slushie, surprised when none comes.

"How can I help you, Quinn?"

"You're not really in a relationship with Puck, are you?"

"We are on day two, if you must know. If it matters at all to you, which I can't see as to how it would, considering the status of your long running relationship."

"It doesn't matter to me."

"Then why are you here?"

"To warn you."

"Against what? I doubt Puck's harmful."

"He's only interested in sex."

"That topic hasn't been broached yet, not that it's any of your business."

"Get real, Berry. Guys like him have no interest in relationships. They only want one thing."

"I'm not going to dignify that with a response. Enjoy your day, Quinn." Rachel slams her locker door, and walks off, wondering if she can get any peace in this building.

Later, she walks into Glee, early as usual, and sees Santana leaning in closer to Puck, and stomps over to sit on his lap.

"Hi, Santana."

"Man-Hands."

"I hope I'm not interrupting."

"You are, actually."

"That's unfortunate."

Santana makes a face of disgust, but makes no move to leave her chair.

Rachel narrows her eyes, and decides she's had enough of this day, and adjusts her position on Puck, hooking both her legs behind him.

He raises an eyebrow, but offers no comment. Since when does Berry engage in public displays of affection? Or straddling? He figures it's more or less a show for Santana's benefit so he plays along. He's been mad at Santana since she broke up with him over his poor credit rating, plus if Berry wants to sit on his lap in the public view, hey, he's not going to complain.

"Hi, baby."

"Hey there, yourself." He moves a hand around her waist, and the other by the edge of her skirt.

She presses a kiss to his forehead, and makes her way around the side of his face. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Santana stomp out, but she doesn't stop.

Her fingers are hooked onto his belt buckle, and she has both legs wrapped around him, and she leans in, humming a song in his ear. He doesn't even know what song she's humming, he's too distracted by the direction her mouth is going down his neck. She makes a motion with her hands, and he has to stifle his groans.

When she stops, she leans back to see the expression on his face, biting her lip and wondering what came over her just now. She doesn't have too wait long for his reaction.

"You're fucking crazy, Berry. It's almost as if you physically assaulted my parts just now."

"Lower region, to be specific. Lower region. And to be honest, I didn't get much, if any, complaint from you."

"Not everyday your girlfriend gives you a lap dance, sexy as hell lap dance. I'm going to have visions of you doing this for days. Maybe, probably, even weeks. My girl's sexy."

"It wasn't a lap dance. It was, I don't know. I don't know the politically correct term to refer to it as."

He winks, biting her neck, his fingers interlocking around the back of her waist. "It was totally a lap dance, and I enjoyed every, every, minute of it, Crazy."

She sighs. "Stop calling me that, I find it offensive to my personality."

He's about to offer a witty retort when he sees the hurt flash through her eyes. He blows a stray hair out of her eyes, and tightens his grip around her waist.

"What's this really about?"

She shrugs, avoiding eye contact, fiddling her thumbs behind his head.

"I'm waiting, Berry. Tick tock, tick tock."

"I was talking to Quinn earlier today, and she told me that you're not a relationship type of boy, and that it's only been two days, and you're already bored of me because I'm not your type, and we have nothing in common, and there's no reason for you to stay with me, and we haven't slept together. I know, know, we agreed to be in a fake relationship for the sake of making Finn jealous but still, I heard all these rumors today about you and other girls, and it bothered me." The words come out in a rush, and Rachel feels like an ass, convinced any minute now Puck is going to push her off this comfortable position she's found herself in, and laugh hysterically in her face.

Silently, he looks at her, and cusps the side of her face with his free hand, his thumb circling her cheekbone.

"You're not my type, and I don't know you well enough to know if we have nothing in common but trust me, Berry. You're the least boring person I know. Fake relationship or not, I don't cheat and I have no interest in cheating on you, either. If only for the simple reason I'm pretty frightened of what you could to to me if you get angry. You could probably castrate me with those tiny fists of yours."

She nods, a hesitant smile escaping by the image of her doing anything to him, and lets his words comfort her, and tries to concentrate on her heart, the beat ricocheting around the organ like a drum.

"Oh, and Berry?" He whispers softly.

"Yes?" She leans back to finally make eye contact, and she waits for him to speak.

"Every boy is a relationship boy when he finds that girl."

He feels her smile into his chest, and he absentmindedly plays with strands of her hair, leaning his head onto her shoulder, closing his eyes.

And that's how the rest of the Glee kids found them ten minutes later, Mercedes screeching in everyone's ears, Quinn and Santana wearing matching expressions of horror, and Finn, Finn trying to stifle the vomit worming its way up his throat.

"You guys are revolting. Get a room." Santana's upper lip curls in disgust as she makes her way to the back of the room.

"We did get a room, it's not our fault you guys chose the same room too."

Puck lets Rachel readjust her positioning, so her back is on his front, and his hands are around her stomach instead, but stiffens his grip to make sure she doesn't get up.

"Rachel, maybe you want to move to a different position? I mean, seat. Seat." Mr. Schuester looks away uncomfortably, as Rachel makes a small movement to get off Puck, but is stopped.

"I'm pretty comfortable like this, I think we can continue."

Mr. Schuester rolls his eyes, and begins that afternoon's session.

Halfway through, Puck finds himself bored, and his mouth finds Rachel's ear. Whispering, he begins a conversation.

"Hey, Berry?"

"Mmmm? Pay attention."

"Can you do it again later?"

"Maybe if you pay attention now."

He grins, and leans back in his chair.

Author's Note: If Rachel were to hum a song, I would imagine it would have been 'Womanizer' by Britney Spears, given his reputation.

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