So no excuses, a lot of stuff's been going on in my life, but mostly writer's block... Love you guys long time. Let me know what you think.
CHAPTER NINETEEN:
Shit's Gonna Go Down
Puck growled into his phone when Rachel didn't answer. Again. "Dammit, Rach," he snarled at her voicemail "answer your fucking phone!" Hanging up his cell he threw it down angrily.
Following his phone he threw himself down onto his bed. His girlfriend hadn't spoken to him in three days. Three whole fucking days. Not a 'hi' in the halls at school, not a 'Noah, would you please pay attention' during class, not even a reprimand during glee when he sang off key on purpose. He was going crazy.
Hearing his phone beep he smiled, finally, a text message was better than nothing. He scowled when he saw that his text was from Mike. Quickly dialling his friend's number he didn't even say hi when the Asian boy picked up. "This whole thing is your fucking fault."
"Uh, hi and what?"
"Rachel hasn't talked to me in three days."
"Ah," Puck could practically hear Mike's smirk over the line "the 'verbal bitch slap' episode."
"That's a stupid name." Puck interrupted.
Mike continued on as if he'd never heard him "From what Brittany tells me that whole thing was your fault. And Artie's. Mostly yours though."
"I blame you and Finn." Puck said stubbornly.
"For what?"
"You were all over my girlfriend, dude. If Rachel didn't abhor violence I would have punched you in your pretty boy face."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Monday morning."
"Monday morning? You mean when I hugged her for all of three seconds? Dude, we're friends. And I'm a hugger."
"You don't hug me." Puck pointed out.
"You're a caveman." Mike responded "You'd punch me in my pretty boy face if I tried to hug you. I need my face intact; it's my money maker."
Puck scoffed "Whatever Chang, keep telling yourself that."
"You're the one that called me pretty."
"Asshole."
"Douchebag."
"See you at school tomorrow?"
"Yeah, you don't want to hang with me and Matt tonight?"
"Nah man, gotta figure out how to make things right with Rachel."
"An apology usually works." Mike offered "And take her some flowers or something, that's what they do in the movies."
"Pussy." Puck said hanging up the phone.
"Santana…" Rachel whined "when am I allowed to talk to him again?"
"Listen to me Berry, I've never seen Puck so pussy whipped and, believe me, I tried."
Rachel bit her lip "Why did you break up with Noah in the first place?"
Santana sighed at how pathetic her friend sounded "The truth?" Rachel nodded even though the Latina couldn't see her "I didn't really want to dump him. Quinn made me."
"What?"
Santana sighed again "It's better this way though."
"Are you sure?"
The head cheerleader barked out a laugh "I'm sure Berry, Puck and I are better as 'sort of friends'… And I love Matt."
"That's good, San, 'cause I'm not sure I'd win a fight against you."
"I don't know, Rach, you're pretty feisty. Remember how you punched out Karofsky?"
"Don't remind me…" The brunette looked up when she heard her doorbell ring. "San, I gotta go."
"Buck up Rocky." Santana responded "He'll come crawling back, you'll see."
"Thanks." Rachel was stunned when she opened her front door. "Noah…"
Puck cleared his throat and shoved a handful of flowers at her. "Here."
Confusion was written all over the girl's face when clumps of dirt fell from the roots of the brightly coloured mums. "Noah, where did you get these?"
The jock ran a hand over his stripe of hair. "Does it matter?"
Rachel narrowed her eyes "You took them from my neighbours' garden."
"Look Rach," he ignored her accusation "I'm sorry, okay?"
"Sorry for what?" Rachel asked, planting her hands on her hips, causing even more soil to fall to the floor.
"Fuck, I don't know… Everything."
"You don't even know why I'm mad at you."
"Yes I do!" Puck retorted.
"Why then?"
"'Cause I was being a dick." Puck admitted. Rachel raised one eyebrow and tapped her foot, waiting for him to elaborate. "Rachel, you're my girl. I- I care about you, more than any girl I've ever met and you have no idea how fucking hot you are. When I see other guys with their hands on you… I don't know… I just hate it."
Rachel sighed "Noah, you can't stop me from being friends with other boys. I hug my friends, you're just going to have to live with that and trust me. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you."
"I do trust you."
"So?"
"Couldn't you just be friends with ugly guys that I don't have to worry about? Like Jewfro. You can hug that guy as much as you want."
"Jacob Ben-Israel?" Rachel asked seriously. Puck nodded. "My dads threatened to get a restraining order against him when they caught him going through our garbage."
"He what?"
Rachel just sighed again "It's besides the point Noah. I like Mike and Matt and Artie. I'm going to be their friend."
"I know." Puck answered "Can you just take it easy on the hugging thing?"
Rachel laughed "I'll work on it."
Puck smirked "So we're good then?"
The brunette thrust the flowers back at him "We'll be fine once you replant these."
"Really?" Rachel nodded. "Fine. I'll pick you up for school tomorrow?"
Rachel nodded again and leaned up to kiss him quickly "8:00".
"Cool."
Rachel leaned against the doorway as Puck started down her driveway "Noah?" The jock turned when he heard his girlfriend call his name. "I care about you too."
Puck smirked cockily at her admission "I know."
"Replant the flowers." Rachel repeated herself.
"Aye aye." Puck saluted.
"So," Brittany asked as she picked apart her ham sandwich at lunch the next day, "did he put the flowers back?"
Rachel nodded and laughed as she took the cheddar from Brittany's sandwich and replaced it with the swiss that had been on her own. "I checked when he picked me up for school today."
"He picked you up on time?"
The brunette furrowed her brow. "Yeah. Why?"
"Because," Santana continued for her blonde best friend, "I heard you were half an hour late for first period."
Rachel blushed as the cheerleader exchanged her strawberry yogurt for Brittany's peach. "We may or may not have made out in his truck for an undetermined amount of time."
"Rachel!" Brittany giggled.
Santana smirked. "You're learning quickly, young one."
"What's she learning?" Tina asked sitting at the table and trading Rachel's Snapple for her diet Pepsi.
"That sometimes you have to be late for class so you can make out with your boyfriend in his truck."
"Santana!"
"What? You're the one who did it." Rachel's blush deepened as she took a bite of her sandwich.
"So what's with you and Artie?" Brittany asked Tina, turning the attention from her embarrassed friend.
Tina shrugged as she ate her own lunch "He apologised for being a jerk, but nothing's really happened."
The girls didn't get any more conversation in as the cafeteria doors slammed open and a seething Puck stood there, dripping with purple slushie.
"Oh my God," Brittany whispered "someone slushied Puck."
"Shit's gonna go down." Tina nodded her agreement with Santana's statement.
Rachel stood up slowly, abandoning her lunch. "I'm gonna go…"
Santana, Brittany, and Tina watched as their tiny friend walked up to the furious jock still standing silently in the doorway. Rachel laid her hand on Puck's arm and led him quietly from the cafeteria.
Most of the shocked students went back to their lunches, but Santana just looked seriously at her two friends. "When he- we- find out who's behind this, shit's gonna go down."