Puck was sitting on the couch trying to watch the game that Finn had invited him over for, but he kept getting distracted whenever Quinn started talking to Finn about wedding plans. She kept chattering when she heard the mailman. She took off for the front door, to get the mail. "Is she always like that when the mail comes?"
"Pretty much since she sent out the wedding invitations," Finn answered before taking a swig of his beer.
"Yay, more people," Quinn said excitedly clapping her hands.
"Who now?" Finn asked as he did every day.
"Umm your Uncle Larry and Aunt Sam, Dustin Johnson from high school,…"
"You invited Dustin?" Puck asked raising his eyebrows.
"Yeah, we saw him at the store a couple of weeks ago, and Quinn handed him an invitation," Finn explained.
"Q, do you just keep a stack of them in your purse?" Puck laughed.
"As a matter of fact I do, Puckerman," Quinn responded before turning back to the mail in her hand. "Oh yay!" she practically yelled.
"Who?" Finn asked not looking away from the T.V.
"Rachel," Quinn said with a huge smile on her face.
Puck's attention peaked when Quinn said Rachel. "Rachel who?" Finn asked confused.
"Rachel Berry, we were in a sorority together in college," Quinn explained. Puck and Finn each gave each other a look when they heard Rachel's name.
"Really," Finn said. "How come this is the first time I have heard of her?"
"Honey, you have heard of her. You met her when you and Puck came up to visit me for a week." Puck tried to remember the weekend when he met the smoking hot Rachel Berry. "I think it was the week before Christmas break. You guys came up to get me, because your break started a week earlier than mine." Puck remembered the week, but for the life of him could not remember Rachel.
"Are you sure she was there, because I don't remember her," Puck tried to comment causally.
Puck and Finn pulled up to Quinn's sorority house and got out of Finn's car. "Wouldn't mind living here," Puck said when he noticed two girls who were sunbathing on the front lawn in bikinis.
Finn just shook his head. "Try not to get slapped too many times this week. Now let's go find Quinn," he said starting up the stairs. Puck followed but not before sending a smirk to the girls. They walked into the foyer of the house, and saw a brunette girl walking down the stairs. Puck looked her body up and down, and smiled. She had toned legs that went on for miles, and lead to probably the shortest skirt he had ever seen, and he had seen many short skirts in his short 19 years. His eyes kept going up her body, where he saw she was wearing a simple tank top. He finally got to her face, where he was met with the most beautiful set of eyes.
"Can I help you?" she asked them when she reached the bottom of the stairs.
"In more ways than one," Puck answered while still looking her up and down.
"Ugh," Rachel groaned before turning to Finn.
"Sorry about him," Finn apologized. "We are looking for Quinn Fabray. Do you know where she is?"
"Sure hold on," the girl said before turning her back and looking up the stairs. "Q!" she yelled. Damn she has got a set of lungs Puck thought to himself.
"What B?" Quinn asked coming down the stairs. She looked up to see Finn and Puck, before running down the stairs and into Finn's arms. "Ahh," she screamed. What do they practice screaming here? Puck asked himself.
"Hey babe," Finn said before giving her a kiss.
"Hi," Quinn said dreamily.
"What am I chopped liver?" Puck asked in mock seriousness.
"Of course not," Quinn said as she untangled herself from Finn and leaped into Puck's arms. "Hi Puckerman."
"Hi, Q," Puck laughed.
Rachel cleared her throat and Quinn looked back at her before again untangling herself from Puck. "Guys, this is Berry," Quinn said slinging her arms over Rachel's shoulder. "Berry, this is Puckerman, and my boyfriend, Finn."
"Nice to finally meet you Finn," Rachel said extending her hand. "I have heard so much about you."
"All good I hope?"
"Of course," Rachel laughed.
"Puckerman," Rachel said with a raise of her eyebrows and an extension of her hand.
Puck grabbed her hand and pulled Rachel into a hug. She gasped slightly before inhaling his cologne. How he smelled like a mix of mint and citrus she would never know. "Call me Puck," he said huskily in her ear, and Rachel felt herself close her eyes.
He inhaled before pulling away from her. She smelled just like her name, raspberries and strawberries. "Puck," she said when she regained her senses.
"So let me show you guys around," Quinn said tugging on Finn's hand. "I'll see you later, B," she shouted to Rachel over her shoulder. Rachel stood in her spot as she watched Quinn, Finn, and Puck walk away. She shook her head when she saw Puck turn his head and give her a smirk.
"How could I forget those legs?" Puck asked under his breath.
"What?" Quinn asked.
"Umm, nothing," Puck said remembering that Quinn didn't know about the dance lessons. "How come I only remember seeing her one time that week?"
"She went home a week earlier than everyone, to help her fathers' get ready for Hanukah," Quinn explained.
"She's Jewish?" Puck asked almost spitting out his beer. Damn he had never met such a hot Jew.
"Yup, just like you Puckerman. I haven't talked to her in a couple of years," Quinn told the boys. "I wonder what she is up to?"
"Probably being a dance instructor," Puck said only thinking of Rachel. Finn looked over to him with wide eyes before punching him in the arm.
"What?" Quinn asked. "How would you know what Rachel is up to?"
"Um," Puck stalled. "I just remember that you told us that she was a dancer after we met her," Puck made up hoping Quinn would believe it.
"I did?" she asked questioning his story. Puck just shook his head yes. "Probably did. Oh I wish you guys could have heard her sing. She was the greatest. Maybe we can get her to sing a song at the reception," Quinn started to mumble to herself.
"Way to go man," Finn whispered while punching Puck in the arm again.
"Ow," Puck commented rubbing his arm. "She believed my story. No harm, no foul."
"Just don't do it again," Finn said giving him a pointed look.
"Yeah, yeah. So when are you going to pick me up for our next lesson?" Puck whispered.
"6 and please don't be late this time," Finn practically pleaded.
"Oh trust me I won't be," Puck smirked with clinking his beer bottle with Finn's.
Puck was out his door before Finn had beeped his horn a second time. "Hey man," Puck said casually.
"Excited to dance?"
"Just trying to be on time," Puck said trying to hide his smile.
"Sure," Finn said with a nod of his head. They pulled into the parking lot and went into the building.
"So, do you think you are getting any better?"
"A little. I mean it has only been one lesson, but I don't think I will embarrass myself too much."
Puck had to laugh at his friend. He would never forget the time that Finn had first met Quinn's parents and had decided he would serenade them. For some insanely fucked up reason he decided to sing Having My Baby. Needless to say, Quinn's parents were not too happy thinking that their perfect daughter was knocked up. Puck laughed a little more when he remembered Finn mentioning something about Quinn's dad and a shotgun. It took three home pregnancy test, one doctor's visit, a sit down at Quinn's church, and the promise of Quinn's dad, a shotgun, and them never finding Finn's body to calm Quinn's parents down and before they would allow Quinn and Finn to see each other. Yeah, Puck thought to himself, Finn couldn't do much more harm.
They walked into the room, and Puck instantly looked around for Rachel. Realizing she wasn't there yet, he took a seat in one of the chairs. His mind wanders off, but he instantly sits up when he see Rachel walk into the room. She is wearing a fiery red dress, that is just clinging to her body. Her hair is pulled into a side bun and she is wearing just a hint of makeup. Puck takes the time to look at her legs. Damn I don't know how I could ever forget those legs.
"Don't look now, but tall, dark, and handsome just took notice," Kurt whispered into Rachel's ear. Rachel felt her cheeks instantaneously start to warm. She shyly looked up at Puck and their eyes connected. "I told you not to look," Kurt whispered giving her a pointed look before quickly dragging Rachel away from Puck. "Girl, do you not know what don't look now means?"
"Yes Kurtie, I know what it means."
"Then why did you look?"
"Wouldn't you?" Rachel asked raising her eyebrows.
"Touché," Kurt smiled before clapping his hands to get the attention of everyone.
"Thank you," Rachel whispered to Kurt before addressing the class. "Okay everyone, today we are learning the tango. The tango is a very close dance, where you will embrace your partner either chest to chest," she said demonstrating with Kurt, "or hip to hip. Now the tango is also a lead and follow dance, so you will need to connect with your partner to make sure you both are on the same page. If you and your partner can connect, this dance should go very smoothly. Kurt and I will demonstrate the tango, and then you will each get with your partners, and start." Rachel and Kurt got into position and Puck watched again as she gracefully moved across the room. Once they were done, she clapped her hands signaling them to get with their partners. Puck looked around to see if there was a new girl that would be his partner. He really hoped that there wasn't and smirked when he saw that everyone was partnered up. He got out of his chair and walked over to Rachel, who was talking to Kurt.
"Tall, dark, and oh so handsome at 12 o'clock," Kurt murmured under his breath.
"So, I guess this means I get another lesson with the beautiful instructor," Rachel felt him say huskily in her ear. She felt herself blush for a second time tonight.
"I guess that means you're the teacher's pet," Rachel said turning around and mentally high fiving herself for her comeback.
"That used to be a bad thing, but I don't think I will have a problem with it," Puck said looking her up and down again. Rachel felt her cheeks get even hotter. Damn why does he make me blush so much.
"So, Miss Berry," he says emphasizing the Miss, "will you grant me this dance?" he asked while extending his hand.