Every Saturday they did this. Went down to the bar at the end of their street with Matt, Mike and Santana and got completely wasted.

It was the only day of the week that they all had the next day off. Puck and Matt being fire fighters had Sundays and Mondays off. Mike was his own boss at the dance studio he'd opened was pretty much free to do what he wanted. Santana was an apprentice at a law firm Monday to Thursday and a drunken horny bitch the rest and Rachel played Maria in Westside Story. They were still rehearsing at the moment so she had weekends and Wednesdays off.

Since Puck and Rachel lived in the same building, in opposite apartment to be exact, they usually walked home together and then spent Sundays at her place, watching crap TV and eating junk food in their pj's on her couch.

It was tradition. It started when they were all eighteen and started at NYU and they still did it five years later.

But this Sunday morning when he woke up he couldn't remember a thing. His head was banging and he was sore all over. That's when he found a napkin taped to his head. He blinked his eyes, grunting when the light made his head ache worse.

He started reading the napkin, full of Santana's neat writing.

On this day, 3rd of June 2018, I Santana Lopez agree to this legal agreement between;

Rachel Barbra Berry: Rachel Barbra Berry.

And Noah Eli Puckerman: Noah Puckerman.

The terms of this agreement is that if Mr Puckerman can complete all three terms agreed;

One: Get a tattoo of Miss Berry's chosen design and placement.

Two: Drink six shots of Miss Berry's choosing, without hesitation.

Three: Purchase one underwear set for Miss Berry, of her choosing, while wearing an outfit of Miss Berry's choosing.

He may fondle Miss Berry's goodies for three minutes and kiss her for one minute in a place of Mr Puckerman's choosing.

I, Santana Lopez, finalize the terms of this agreement and insure that I will take pictures of the events and upload them to Facebook throughout the course of this evening.

Signed:

Santana Lopez

Rachel Barbra Berry.

Noah Puckerman.

"Fuck!" Puck swore, logging into his Facebook quickly and rubbing a hand over his face.

The fist picture was of him and Rachel with big smiled on their faces, holding up the napkin to the camera.

The second picture was of him downing shots of what looked like Jack Daniels. While Rachel looked like she was laughing with Matt in the background.

The third picture is of him at a cash register in what looks like Victoria's Secret. He just in his boxers and he's holding up a white lace bra, with a matching thong.

The fourth picture is of him lying on his stomach, topless. Rachel is crouched over him pointing at the small of his back with her lips pursed and her eyebrows raised. He can tell she's trying not to laugh. Then he sees what she's pointing too. A tattoo across his boxer line with the very visible words 'I love Rachel Barbra Berry'.

Puck runs his hand over his lower back and hisses at the pain. He sees that there are three more pictures in the album.

The first of his and Rachel grinning at each other, his hands are on her waist and their bodies are pressed together.

The second a picture of Rachel's bare breasts with his hands cupping them, he can't see her nipples but the flesh that is spilling over his hands look delicious.

The third is a picture of Santana's smiling face and in the background you can see Rachel looking down with flushed cheeks. Puck's head is between her thighs and his hands are gripping his hands are gripping her hips.

Puck groaned when he saw the nine comments on the album.

Brittney Peirce: PUCKLEBERRY! Thank you San! Even from New York you're making my wishes come true! God that last one turned me on! Rachel all flustered and sexed up. Rachel if you ever want some lady loving come find me x

Matt Ruforth: Geez, can anyone remember this? I can't.

Mike Chang: Nope. But I remember Puck giving Rach a piggy back round Central Park while she yelled giddy-up?

Santana 'TheBitch' Lopez: That was funny! Those two are meant to be together! U should of heard them when I left them at their building, talking about making Puckleberry babies and they decided to make popcorn instead because of Rachel's show! And Britt, you're welcome and I've already given 'Miss Sweet and Innocent' a taste of lady loving. Apparently I don't compare to Puckerman.

Paul Walker: Rachel. We need to talk.

Santana 'TheBitch' Lopez: Sorry Walker, her and Puck are endgame, weather they realize it now or later...

Rachel 'Star' Berry: Santana Lopez I swear if you share one more personal comment about me I will never speak again! Take the pictures down! And Paul I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen Noah and I have always been very close, you know that.

Paul Walker: Close isn't the word Rachel. Call yourself dumped.

Santana 'TheBitch' Lopez: Walker you weren't even together! Rachel just needed a warm body, she has needs! Rachel chill the fuck out! And tell your man he owes me 50 bucks bitch!

Puck ran his hand over his face again, throwing on some sweat pants and heading over to Rachel's. He let himself in, like usual and got himself a cup of coffee like usual before making his way to the couch were she was sitting in a little pair of red shorts and a tank top.

"Mornin'" He said running his fingers over her knee.

"Yesterday you touched me all over and kisses me places that...that I've never been kissed and all you can say is morning and act like nothing happened?" Rachel said, tears leaking from her eyes. She wiped at them furiously.

"Berry, what can I say? I don't know where that pretty little head of yours is," Puck sighed.

"You don't do what I want Noah! You know that!" Rachel snapped, standing up and starting to pace.

"Try me!" Puck snapped back pointing to himself.

"Commitment. You haven't done commitment since we were kids and you wanted in my pants," Rachel shouts.

"I've got your name tattooed across my ass! I don't know how much more committed I can get!" He shouted. Rachel stared at him with an astonished look, "Truth be told, I woulda done it sober Berry."

In a flash Rachel was on top of him, claiming his lips with hers and holding him tightly.

"How long have you loved me?" She whispered against his lips.

"Been following you around for the last six years. Pretty obvious if you ask me," Puck said rolling them over and sliding his hand into her shorts, Rachel gasped and her eyes rolled back as his finger circles her swollen clit, "Love you Baby." He kissed her again.

"I love you too Noah, we're end game."

Four hours later.

Rachel 'Star' Berry and Noah Puckerman have changed their relationship statuses from 'Single' to 'Engaged'.

Santana 'TheBitch' Lopez: See endgame. All you fuckers owe me 50 bucks. And you two can thank me once you're out of bed.

Rachel 'Star' Berry: We are NEVER getting out of bed!