You guys; I'm officially the most stupid person on the earth. I'm so sorry for my recent mistake of posting the wrong update, I can't believe I posted my Twilight chapter 2 for my Glee chapter 2. I feel so stupid! But it's safe to say that I've learned from my mistakes, and I now label my documents. Once again, sorry for the mistake. I bring to you chapter two of When love takes over... (for real this time :o))
Chapter two.
Paranoid.
That summed Puck up to a T. Paranoia was coursing through his veins.
Because there was absolutely, positively, no freaking way that Satan and Berry could ever be friends, right?
The idea alone was crazy, unimaginable and even laughable.
Puck was definitely paranoid; that was the only logical explanation. But then why did he have a gut feeling that he was far from wrong? Coulda been those tacos I have last night... But no, because he only had one and all the ingredients were fresh. Maybe his minds just playing tricks on him?
No that definitely wasn't the case.
Despite how unimaginable the thought seemed, Puck was definitely seeing what he thought he was seeing. What ever the hell that was...
It was only last week Puck noticed the sudden stares between Santana and Rachel, and honestly at first he did think 'what the..' but then he figured it was nothing and decided to let it go over his head. Only it wasn't nothing though. Because here Puck sat, at the back of the class during Glee rehearsal, his eyes sweeping across the class room as the often tended to.
(And now it's not freaking weird ok? It's actually surprising what you learn from just studying people every now and then. Mike for example, when deep in though, drums his knee. And when Matt thinks no one is watching, he picks his nose. Only someone is watching, Mercedes. Yeah Puck had seen the desperate lustful looks she had been sending Matt's direction. So yeah, it's not weird!)
And then bam! Satan and Berry are staring at each other, again.
Only this time, it's more.
Santana keeps nodding her head from Rachel, to the door whilst fidgeting in her seat and looking extremely uncomfortable. Like seriously, what the? Did she needa piss or something? And despite how weird that looks, what he saw next was even weirder. Rachel was staring back at Santana with a coy smile and looking all triumph. And the more Santana got impatient, the larger Rachel's smile grew.
Puck had actually rubbed his eyes at the scene, and then pinched Chang's arm stopping his drumming, just to be sure.
It was definitely happening, he was not hallucinating.
He was pulled out of his thoughts by Mr Schue going on about regionals, and the importance of it. Apparently he wanted to mix things up this year, and put the gleeks in unexpected pairs so they could bond. And then in two weeks or so, each duo would preform their numbers and the winning team would sing the duet at regionals. Which actually sounded pretty cool, not that he'd admit it.
And that's exactly how he had forgotten about the Satan/Berry situation until his attention was brought to Rachel who was bouncing in her seat, waving her hand around in the air trying to catch Mr Schues attention.
"Yes Rachel?" Schue sighed expecting Rachel to find a fault and complain, much like always.
"Don't worry Mr Schue, I actually like the idea. But that's not why I called for your attention, could I possibly visit the ladies room please?"
"Rach can you not wait until the end of glee? We only have around half hour left." Schue groaned.
"No I most certainly can not. Unless you would like a puddle of urine on the seats, that I will not be cleaning up." Rachel replied primly.
"What?" Mr Schue asked confused, doing a dodgy facial expression much similar to a lost puppy.
"I need to pee!" Rachel huffed crossing her arms over her chest, slightly pushing her breast up. Damn when did Berry grow boobs?
"Uh, um." Schue coughed awkwardly making a few people laugh softly.
"It's life or death Mr Schue!" Rachel fumed getting to her feet, the smirk on Santana's face when Rachel said this, didn't go unnoticed by Puck.
"Quick as you can then please Rachel." He sighed turning back to the piano and grabbing some sheets of paper.
Rachel didn't need to be told twice apparently, judging by the speed the flew out of the door. Mr Schue went on rambling about something or other, so Puck took that as his que to zone out and go back to surveying the choir room. Shortly after, the scraping of a chair caught his attention.
Santana.
"Santana sit back down please." Mr Schue groaned out. Jheeze whats crawled up his ass lately? Puck thought silently.
"No can do Mr Schue. I need to go to the toilet a.s.a.p!" Santana said ignoring the teacher.
"Right, well you can wait until Rachel gets back. Seriously guys, we need to start taking this seriously now!" Mr Schue said pinching his nose in frustration, not backing down. Puck actually, kinda, sorta felt sorry for the dude.
"Oh god ow!" Santana suddenly said clutching her sides.
"Whats wrong San-" Mr Schue started only to be cut off effectively.
"Oh damn, here come the cramps. I hope I remembered to pack some tampons this morning before leaving." Santana said already skipping out the door, not waiting for an answer from Mr Schue. But judging by the dudes face, he didn't have one anyway. Poor dude.
After over coming the awkwardness, Mr Schue went on to explain some idea's for every ones numbers.
And that kind of pissed Puck off. Sure a little advice would be nice and it's helpful and all, but Schue gives us these projects and says that we have full rain, but then he pushes his idea's on us and trys getting us to bring the 70's back. Not going to happen dude. Looking up at the clock hanging on the wall by the board, Puck noticed that Santana and Rachel had been gone for a good 15 minutes.
Something doesn't smell right.
Even Puck knows that there is no freaking way it takes that long to go a piss. Taking a look around the room to see if anyone else had noticed, he was met with nothing. Mike was leaning forward and whispering away with Brittany. Mercedes was watching Matt, again. And Kurt was filing is nails? What ever. Tina was sat on her own, sending sneaky text's to Artie probably and The Inn's were cuddled up.
Nothing new there. Seriously though, how could everyone be so oblivious?
Puck was brought out of his train of thought by the sound of the chior room door shutting. Looking up he saw both Rachel and Santana take their respective seats. But not before noticing how flushed they bother were, and the knowing smirks on both their faces.
The fuck? Puck thought confused and pissed.
Puck didn't like being left in the loop, he always knew things. And not knowing what ever this is, was seriously pissing him off.
And that's when it hit him.
Puck was the only one who was not oblivious to what was going on.
This was some hardcore dirt, and the good Lord wanted him to investigate. (And then break the news of course.)
And that's exactly what he was going to do: observe them like hawks when ever he can.
Careful girls, the Puckerone is on to you.
Sorry for the terrible spellings and what not, I wrote this in 20 minutes and rushed! Didn't have time to check properly.