A/N Thanks for all the reviews it really does make my day brighter! That and listening to the Beatles all day. Sorry for the late update, working and school is a bitch. Enjoy!

"Well she was just 17,
You know, what I mean.
And the way she looked, was way beyond compare
So how can I dance with another?
When I saw her standing there"

She was wrong. Hiccup. Oh boy was she wrong. She was drunk. Not tipsy, Not whoozy. Not in that small fraction of BAC where you were just a little more than tipsy and happy before you got onto full on drunk. Whatever. She had Z's honor to defend.

Wait, Z? Fuck, what was that girl's name?

It started with a weird letter. Maybe it was a Y or something.

XXX

A couple hours earlier.

Puck rolled into the driveway at the Berry house in his truck ready to pick up his jewbro. They were rolling together again and he was excited. He was already the epitome of awesome but Rachel always managed to get the competitive streak out of him. And now that she was also into girls, well it was game on! He had the natural advantage of course, this was freaking Ohio. Not that something as simple as that could ever stop Rachel Berry. Still, she made him change the venue. They were now headed to a club that Puck had heard about to level out the playing field.

"The rampant homophobia at your high school party is not going to lend well to this competition. I purpose we go to a place that is slightly more accepting to my kind of attention." All he heard was that she wanted him to find a place that had more gay chicks. Fine, whatever.

He doesn't exactly remember how the argument started but he and Rachel were having "wooing" (her words, not his) race. Man, er, person with the most phone numbers and girls kissed won. Rachel already ordered the trophy online. She takes every competition seriously.

Puck used his key in the front door, her dads were never home and they always liked Noah. He went upstairs and knocked on door, waiting for her reply. The door opened and his jaw dropped. "Well, shit." He was still going to win the trophy but goddamnit if she wasn't going to give him a run for his money.

She modeled herself and did a twirl. "You're going dooown, Puckerman" she sang as she showed off her outfit. If you could call it that, was a skirt up to high that it was maybe a centimeter below her crotch. She had on a halter top with a deep v cut with no back and barely covered her abs. She finished it with a short denim jacket and stilettos. With her tan complexion and her smoky make up he knew he was going to up his game tonight.

They pulled up to the only 18+ club in Lima, Club Wicked. Rachel squealed at the name and told him it was destiny for her to win. The age thing was pretty much a non issue for them, Puck has had a fake ID since he was 15 and Rachel was, well, hot. It was a pretty typical crowd for a Friday night: bored townies and their friends, college kids back for the weekend. The club itself was pretty spacious, with booths all along the side next to the giant dance floor. There were a couple of poles scattered throughout the room. Curious. Then her eyes landed on it: a stage with a band. The DJ was playing at the moment so she took her time to scan the band members. There was a cute brunette with short hair and she was pinging her gaydar like crazy. She had a plan. As soon as they came in, Puck had already acquired his target and had left her. Puck knew he had no time to waste, there might not be very many open girls in the bar but lord knows if they even had a smidgeon of a doubt, Rachel was going to get their number.

Rachel slithered up to band. Luckily the girl seemed pretty approachable she was just hanging out with the rest of the band by their equipment.

She took a breath. Well, no time like the present. She tapped the girl on the back. "Hi, I'm Rachel Berry." She woman addressed turned around. She took her time, looking Rachel up and down, appreciating what she saw. "Hi, I'm Annie" she said still staring at Rachel's chest.

"I have a proposition for you."

At this, Annie raised an eyebrow. She was used to having groupies throw themselves at her, but they were normally me and not nearly this hot. She was interested for sure, but didn't quite know what to say.

Rachel took this as interest in her proposal and continued. "You see that douchebag looking guy over there?" She stopped and pointed at Puck. She waited for Annie and nod and then continued. "Well, he thinks that he's the God's gift to women. And I intend to prove to him that I am actually, God's gift to women, not him."

At this Annie chuckled. This little girl was… intriguing. She was dressed as a vixen but she talked like a dictionary. Then a thought stopped her, wait, she was proposition her for a threeway? A test of skill to see who could get her off faster? She was still mulling this in her head when the girl began to speak again.

"Anyway, I need a way to announce my arrival in this bar and declare my love for women without going up to every straight girl in the bar. I was wondering if you'd let me do a song with you guys? Bar tab's on me tonight."

"Wait, how are you going to prove yourself as God's gift to women exactly?" she all but purred at Rachel. Rachel smirked, she was at least going home with one number tonight. She got up close to Anne and let her hot breath hit her ear saying "wouldn't you like to know?"

Annie shivered involuntarily. She was into this chick, even if she seemed a little crazy. Rachel pulled back, "we're having a competition to simply see who could get more phone numbers tonight. Wanna start with yours?"

Oh, why the hell not, she could always use another "friend." She pulled out a pen she kept in her back pocket and wrote her number on Rachel's arm. "So what song are you thinking of doing?"

Rachel pulled her close again and told her the song. Annie just laughed at the song choice and told her that it'll be the ending song to their first set. She walked back to the band and told them all about this weird librarian vixen she'd just met. The guys were more than willing to oblige, they were barely getting paid for this gig and were probably going to spend it all on booze anyway. Plus, they were kind of interested to see if that little girl could pull off the song. Once the guys had said yes she just signaled a thumbs up at Rachel. Ecstatic that she now had a plan, she went to got drink, she was going to need it. She didn't nearly feel sexy enough to pull off all the swagger she was going to need.

Puck really should have known better. They'd been there for an hour and he'd already gotten three numbers. He was feeling smug, the band was playing and Rachel still hadn't been able to get close to a girl. In fact, her outfit was backfiring on her. She was constantly swarmed by a group of guys. He was going to win and he was going to rub it in her face! That feeling stayed with him as one of the band guys had started to whistle.

Then he saw his victory slip away as Rachel strutted up the stage. Fuck, he thought to himself. He should have made it provision that she couldn't sing. That voice of hers was fucking irresistible and when she performed she had this confidence to her that was just … hot.

She came in with the music as the drums came in. Rachel took the mic and commanded the stage. Suddenly it seemed like every single person in the room was actually paying attention.

Just shoot for the stars
If it feels right
And aim for my heart
If you feel like
And take me away and make it OK
I swear I'll behave

Rachel looked back and shot Annie a quick smirk and a wink. She danced has she sang gyrating her hips and drawing attention to her leg tan legs.

When she got to the chorus, she jumped off the stage. (By stage, meaning she jumped off the 2 foot raised platform.) And starting walking into the crowd.

Take me by the tongue
And I'll know you

She sang as she sauntered up to a girl, stroking her arm up and down, looking deep into her eyes.

Kiss me 'til you're drunk
And I'll show you

And moved her arm up the girl and towards her neck. As she the girl was leaning in towards her she walked away again, leaving with girl burning with unconcealed desire towards the feisty singer. Then she did something that had everyone amazed. She launched herself at one of the poles, wrapping her lithe body around while sliding down and singing:

All the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger

Puck doubted that Jagger ever did THAT move. But damn if his little jewbro wasn't working it. He watched in amazement as she effortlessly sang the song while doing more and more complicated moves on the pole. At one point, she was completely holding herself up using just she legs.

As it got towards she bridge she got off the pole. She was working the crowd again. Rachel spotted a blonde from across the room that looked absolutely beautiful. She was with a group of two other girls. The other two were foaming at the mouth for her, so was the blonde, she thought but couldn't tell. She was intrigued though, this girl had the most beautiful eyes and watching her dance was mesmerizing. So Rachel danced up to the girl singing and beckoning:

I don't need to try to control you (Oh, yeah)

She stared directly into her hazel eyes and crooned.
Look into my eyes and I'll own you

She took the girl by the hand and then held her body as they danced together. Annie took over on the bridge and Rachel reluctantly made her way back to the stage. There was just something about that girl. Back on stage, she saw Puck in the back flirting with another girl. That was his fourth girl already. She needed to catch up and keep her head in the game. She finished the song singing and dancing with Annie, losing herself in the song. She loved to perform; it was always such a heady feeling having everyone's attention like that. She thanked Annie and the band for letting her jam with them. Before she left the stage she walked over to Annie and kissed her on the lips, rather chastely, she wanted to announce she was gay, not a slut. Although she pole dance kind of already did that. "Thanks again!" she said and bounced off the stage.

The DJ was back on again. And Rachel was getting girls hitting on her left and right. She'd just gotten another phone number tucked into her bra as she made her way back to the bar.

And there they were: the three girls from before. There with a short brunette with a luscious lips and Rachel couldn't help with stare at her chest. Not that the girl noticed, her lips were attached to a taller blonde. They were in their own world; Rachel didn't think they were separate for anything short of someone spraying them with a hose. Then there was the mysterious girl with the hazel eyes. She was just about to talk to her when she was cut off.

Seemingly out of nowhere this prickish looking guy with perfectly coiffed hair appeared. "Hi, I'm Jesse. Wanna drink?" she heard her yell to the cute blonde. She watched the girl shake her head and waited for the creep to go away. The guy was persistent and the blonde seemed to be getting irritated. When Jesse put a hand on the girl's hip Rachel had lost it.

"Hey asshole! I'm pretty sure the lady said 'no.'" He hadn't seen the girl watching the exchange, but he did recognize her as the girl working the pole earlier.

He backed up and threw his hands up to show surrender. "Hey, just relax honey. There's more than enough of me to go around." Jesse said all of this to her chest.

At this, Rachel scoffed. Who the hell does this guy think he is? "Please. You can't handle any of this." She gestured to her body. "And at any rate, she's with me tonight." She looked back to the girl and just pleaded with her to go along with it. She didn't necessarily want to claim the girl, alright well she did, but she could tell the blonde was trying to get Jesse away from her without much luck.

"Actually, before you came along. She seemed to be getting along with me just fine. Now you come up and try to steal my girl. In my book, you're cock-blocking."

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I was just getting her this drink and be continuing our evening without you." Brushing her off, he nodded to the bartender and ordered two rum and cokes. Never one to be ignored and with some alcohol in her system, she grabbed him by the shirt and got in his face. "Look, she just wants you to go away."

He looked at the blonde who just looked embarrassed at the small crowd that had started to form around them. Not wanting to back down, especially with a crowd around him, he decided to suggest a compromise.

"Ok fine. Well look. I just ordered two rum and cokes that was going to enjoy with this nice lady- which I am apparently no longer going to need. If you down both of these in the next three minutes, I'll leave you guys alone. "

Never one to back down from a challenge she gave him a steely look and looked straight into his eyes as she downed the first one. She nearly choked, the sonofabitch had ordered 151 instead of regular rum. Fuck rum. She was a tequila girl all the way. She really should know better, this was going to mess her up. Rum was her kryptonite. Her eyes started to water as it burned down her throat and she reached for a second one. She slammed the second one down and practically growled at him, "now leave!"

True to his word, Jesse left. "You didn't have to do that you know." The blonde was addressing her almost shyly. "I couldn't taken care of him myself… eventually."

Rachel was still internally gagging from the second rum and coke. Who the hell sips on fucking 151? She barely managed to croak out, " Yeah…I just wanted him to go away. Sorry, I didn't meant to claim you like that. I could just tell he was bothering you and I don't like bullies."

They were caught up in their own world just looking at each other when the blonde's two friends finally seemed disentangled from each other and noticed the other two girls talking. The Latina seemed surprised to see someone else standing there with their friend. She looked down at her wrist and screamed, "Oh shit! Q! It's 2AM. We has gots to go! We were supposed to be home an hour ago!" Before Rachel or the blonde had a chance to say another word, the Latina had dragged her off.

She saw the blonde shout something, probably her name but Rachel was too far and way way too drunk to follow her. Then she was gone.

Rachel went back to the bar and ordered water. She really needed to sit down for a minute.

She awoke from her seat with a start 15 minutes later still seated at the bar. The bartender just smirked at her. "Welcome back there, superstar."

Rachel looked around bewildered. Why was her arm and legs covered with numbers? She looked at the bartender questioningly.

She just smiled and answered. "Well it seems as though your chivalrous ways are quite a hit with the ladies and seeing as you passed out at the bar, a couple of them wanted to leave you their number. So I obliged them with a pen."

Hiccup. Ok. That was the last thought she remembered having before Puck showed up and literally picked her up from her bar stool and back to the car.

She drifted off to sleep again in the car dreaming of the mysterious blonde with a weird letter for a name. "Hey Puck, do you know a blonde named Kay? She was really preeettyyyy"

Puck just shook his head at his friend. Every so often Rachel would ask him a question in her sleep and then drift off again. All the same, he went through his rolodex of girls and was relieved that no, he hadn't had sex with a girl named Kay. He'd definitely help her land this girl though, cause you know- it's the bro code.

Xxxx

Well, my heart went "boom,"
When I crossed that room,
And I held her hand in mine...

Well, we danced through the night,
And we held each other tight,
And before too long I fell in love with her.
Now, I'll never dance with another (whooh)
When I saw her standing there

A/N

What Beatles song should I do next?

Anna?

I'm a Loser?

Suggestions? Up next! Their first day back at school and Rachel finally figures out who Kay is… or more bromance time before school?