I don't have nothing to say. Oh wait, sadly I don't own Glee. If only I do though....*sigh* ;D

Chapter 3 of When loves takes over is here! Short but sweet, I hope.

Chapter 3

Two fucking weeks.

Two fucking weeks he has had to put up with what ever this shit is that is going on between Satan and Berry, and it's fucking killing him. You know why? Because he's gotten fucking no where since he decided to do this fucking observing shit. He was seriously thinking about giving up on it all, but he just fucking couldn't. And now it's all that seemed to be on his mind. Day and fucking night.

And that shit fucking sucks ass.

So he had focused harder on trying to figure out what the hell was going on, and every time he seemed to closer? Bam! And he's back at the beginning. He had tried dropping hints to see if anyone else noticed, but they didn't click on and if they did, well they didn't say nout.

Tuesday how ever, two days previous, he had caught the pair of them talking in hushed whispers to each other in the hall ways before school. But that wasn't the weird part, they had hugged good bye. So obviously they were friends, then why the fuck hide it?

He'd asked Santana the exact same thing later on that day and she blew up on.

"Seriously Puck? Do you have nothing better to do then stalk me and Berry? Mind your fucking own!" The Latina had hissed before storming off.

So yeah that got him fucking no where. If the ice-bitch wouldn't tell him, then he'd find out from Miss diva for sure.

"Noah what you saw was merely an understanding, and I do not appreciatete these false accusations. I also do not feel comfortable knowing that you have been watching Santana and I, it's not healthy Noah. I recommend you make an appoint with Miss Pilsburry." The brunette huffed turning on her heel.

So he hadn't gotten anywhere with Rachel either, bitch recommended him fucking therapy.

So you could imagine how fucking pissed he was when he had finished foot-ball practise later that day to see the two females leave the locker room, arms linked and giggling to each other. Fuck no, he was getting some fucking answers. Real ones!

"Sup Satan, Berry." Puck nodded deciding to go for a casual approach.

"Puck." Santana answered stiffly the same time Rachel answered with a "Afternoon Noah."

"So what you two doing here after hours?" He asked looking at each girl closely noticing their flushed necks. ?

"Cheerio practise." Santana answered in a duh tone as Rachel answered "Practising a duet for Glee."

"Which one was it?" Puck asked amused as both girls shifted nervously in front of him.

"I had practise and Rupaul was trying to badger me into doing a duet with her in Glee. Yeah as if..." Santana trailed off with a nervous laugh, but not before Puck noticed the pained expression that crossed both girls features when Santana referred to Rachel as 'Rupaul'.

"Cut the crap. I fucking seen you two linking arms and laughing and shit, and I didn't see you out on the field when I was perving up the cheerios skirts. So why don't you two quit the fucking bullshit and tell me the truth yeah?" Puck leered, pissed that they were blatantly lying to his face.

"Well you see Noah-" Rachel started only for Puck to cut her off

"And don't try lying your way out of this, I'm not fucking stupid." He added straightening his posture.

"Ok Puck, fine you win. Berry decided she wanted to try out for the cheerios and seeing as I'm the best, she wanted my help." Santana hissed.

Rachel wanted to try out for the cheerios? Puck thought confused, missing the exact same expression on Rachel's face.

"Try out for the cheerios?" Puck asked voicing his thoughts, wanting to know if he heard correctly.

"Yes Noah, I've decided to try out for the cheerios. And I enlisted Santana for help, and over the course of her help Santana has realised that I'm actually a nice person. So we've built up a friendship, isn't that right Santana?" Rachel glared at the Latina daring her to say no.

"Yeah yeah what ever, Rach is kinda cool when you get through her diva exterior." Santana said genuinely with a small smile.

Was he in the freaking Twilight zone or something? Berry trying out for the cheerios, Santana actually being genuine and them being friends?

"Oh. Ok then." Puck said confused.

"What's it got to do with you anyway?" Santana bitched, crossing her arms and glaring at Puck.

"I do agree with Santana on this one Noah, it's hardly your business. Yet your giving us a Spanish intervention?" Rachel said in a pissed off tone, kinda surprising Puck. Berry was never rude, it was like against her code or something. Though, it was kinda hot. Not that he'd admit that.

"Jheeze. Chill the fuck out. I think Satan's rubbing off on you Berry." Puck grunted trudging down the hall.

"Well next time mind you freaking own Puckerman!" Santana shouted to his retreating form.

Well thank fuck I finally got to the bottom of this shit. Puck thought before speeding home in his 1973 chevy nova coupe. If only Puckerman would of have stayed behind a little longer then he might have heard the conversation going on between the two girls.

"Cheerios Santana, really?" Rachel fumed grabbing a few books from her locker before slamming it shut and facing the other female.

"Sorry Rach, I freaked out okay? And it was the first logical explanation that came to my mind! Seriously, have you not noticed? These past few weeks he's been watching us like hawks, he would have found out. At least my excuse provides why were always so flushed right? I'm sorry, really Rach." Santana said softly bowing her head.

"No it's okay, I'm over-reacting. It was just a surprise that's all, I mean you do understand that I now have to try out right?" Rachel replied.

"Yeah, but it wouldn't be that bad would it? Seriously Rach think about it, it gets people off our backs so they don't suspect anything and gives us a reason to be friends publicly." Santana smiled at the brunette encouragingly, trying to get her to see the pro's about becoming a cheerio.

"I guess your right. And maybe I might get noticed more, and no longer be referred to as 'the freaky gleek diva.'" Rachel giggled.

"Rach your not a 'freak gleek diva' anyway, but yeah and it will stop the facial slushies." Santana said sheepishly.

"And people might actually take the time to get to know me?" Rachel pondered, mind already sit.

"Not to mention you'd look absolutely hot in one of our uniforms." Santana winked teasingly.

"I would, wouldn't I?" Rachel joked back before being over come by giggles, Santana soon joining in.

"See, I did something good! Now lets get going, the rents are out until late!" Santana smirked dragging Rachel out to her silver Mini Cooper.

Pucks Red Chevy Nova Coupe - http://img(.)used-cars(.)info/50/50b689214a9ad6e0d901f3fa84eea4ac(.)jpg

Santana's Silver Mini Cooper - http://www(.)robincasady(.)com/MINI/MINI_Stripe_D2X2814(.)jpg

Rachel's Black Range Rover - http://www(.)lincah(.)com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/2009-kahn-cosworth-range-rover-1-588x441(.)jpg