It's always very exciting to see feedback. Believe me, it totally makes my day. I'm glad that people are enjoying the story thus far. Sixteen Candles was on this afternoon so I viewed it as a sign. Anyway, the parts are going to alternate between intimate two person scenes and group scenes. So readers that are hungry for some Kurt/Finn, Kurt/Rachel, Rachel/Santana, Kurt/Rachel/Puck, sit tight, they'll be coming. Also just to warn you, since this is based on early season 1, Puck is still an ass, but hopefully you'll find him a loveable ass like I do.

9:47AM

Noah Puckerman couldn't fall asleep. He balled his hoodie into the shape of a pillow and dropped his head. He was in perfect napping conditions. First off, he was in school, which was so freaking boring he usually found himself in an instant coma. Second, Santana was too busy on the other side of the room doing her nails to pay attention to him. And third, it was so quiet in the library that he could actually hear Rachel singing to herself in her head.

Across the room his eyes landed on Finn. He had turned into such a pansy since joining that glee club. Finn used to be up for anything but now it was all, "No we shouldn't steal beer from Kroger's, that's illegal." Or "No we shouldn't push that wheel chair kid down the stairs, that's mean." Or "No we shouldn't throw pee balloons at Rachel Berry's house, that's gross." He was becoming a total lame ass.

Puck sighed and followed Finn's gaze. He was staring at that freaky glee chick, Rachel… again. He groaned, audibly. He really wanted to know what was going on in that big dumb head of his. More importantly he wanted to pull out a telescope to hand to his buddy because that was the only way he'd be able to see Rachel Berry's non-existent rack.

"You've got to be kidding me," Puck said as he approached Finn. "I've seen mosquitoes leave more impressive marks."

"What?" Finn was startled and quickly realized that he had been caught. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said nervously.

Pucks jaw dropped in disgust. "Wait; are you like into that Mariah-Carey-want-to-be?"

Finn shrugged, "I don't know. She's kind of cool."

"No way. She's like a one way ticket to Loserville, population you two."

"Yeah," Finn said as if he finally got his head out of his ass. Puck sighed in relief. "But I think she might be more willing to put out." Puck couldn't be mad at him for this. At least he was acting like a dude again.

"Just because she mounted you in front of the whole school doesn't mean she'll put out. She's a total tease. Trust me, I can tell."

Finn shifted his eyes, "Look. Don't tell anyone, but we kind of made out after the assembly."

Puck wasn't sure if he should high five him or to punch him in the face. Sure Rachel was hot enough, but he was dating Quinn, who was hot, popular, and could totally hold her own in a fight. Rachel was like a desperate little puppy and boring as hell.

"Do you think I'd still be popular if I broke up with Quinn and started dating Rachel?" Finn asked suddenly.

Puck nearly choked. "Dude, are you insane? That's like social suicide!" He shook his head. "You've already tipped the scale with your whole A Caball-Lickers thing, dating her would put you to new heights of Mount Lame."

"I guess so," Finn finally agreed. "She just makes me feel things."

"Like a gay-wad?"

"No," he glared at him. "She makes me feel special."

Puck rolled his eyes. The Finn Hudson he used to know really was gone. "If you're so desperate to get laid, I know plenty of ladies who will do the trick. Hell, all you have to do is ask Santana about the weather and she'll gargle your balls in her mouth." Finn turned his gaze to Santana, atta boy, Puck thought with a grin.

"No," he said after a moment. "I couldn't do that."

"Then you have to use Rachel to your advantage," Puck explained to Finn like he was five. "When girls are threatened they become total jelly in your hands."

"Where'd you get that black eye again?"

Puck forgot; how did he say it happened before? "I was cleaning out my Nana's garage…" He didn't need to explain himself. "Shut up man, I know what I'm talking about. I'm the guy who has actually done it before, like a ton of times. You have to feed off their self esteem."

Finn was intrigued. "How so?"

"Let Quinn know that if she's not prepared to offer you her services, that you already have a willing participant lined up and ready to go. She'll be out of that Cheerio's uniform faster than you can spell 'To Bang.'"

"Are you kidding me? There's no way I could say that to Quinn, she'd murder me! She's really mean and," he lowered his voice, "I'm kind of scared of her."

"Fine, be that way if you want to die smelling like 'virgin.' You've got to man up, Dude. Show her whose boss. Or else prepare to spend the rest of your life waking up with a hard on every morning and her telling you to take care of it."

Finn turned his attention back to Rachel. "I think Rachel could be popular if she wanted to. Like if she wore low cut tops or got a cool pet or something. And she could still totally get boobs, right?"

Puck was left speechless. Finn was hopeless. If Finn wasn't going to try and bang Quinn Fabray, he was more than willing to.