So Glee... I'm loving Sam already. And what Puck said about his giant mouth... I laughed out loud. Let me know what you think. :)

CHAPTER TWENTY:

Should Have Known

Quinn looked down her nose at the assembled Cheerios, Coach Sylvester leaning against the wall behind her. "Who's been slushied so far?"

"We got Brittany." Heather and Amber announced in unison.

Quinn rolled her eyes as she paced "Wow, what an achievement." The two girls smiled proudly not recognizing the sarcasm in Quinn's statement.

"I took care of Santana." Michele, a tall, statuesque, dark skinned girl said smugly, crossing her legs in front of her. "Bitch never saw it coming."

"Hey!" The lanky cheerleading coach barked "Watch your language, Stone. This is a gym not a whorehouse."

"Whatever," the girl rolled her eyes, much like Quinn had seconds before "I also slushied the hell out of Puck."

Coach Sylvester shot the girl another warning glare, but Quinn grinned appreciatively "Nice. Who else?"

"I got the Asian chick."

"Black chick."

"That's it?" Quinn exclaimed, disgusted. "Am I the only one taking this seriously?" Michele pointedly cleared her throat "Michele's done her part… But seriously, the gleeks are trying to usurp our power." Most of the Cheerios stared at her blankly "Do you guys really want to be less popular than the glee club?"

Heather and Amber gasped "That couldn't, like, really happen, could it?" Amber asked.

"You guys all saw what happened with RuPaul, didn't you? And now they're dating jocks. We've got to do something." Quinn stopped pacing suddenly and rested her hands on her baby bump "I want Mike and Matt slushied next."

"Tell me Quinn," Michele asked snidely "when are we going to slushie you?"

"What's going on here?" Santana asked as she strode into the gym, her ponytail swishing behind her.

Quinn looked up at her former best friend "I was just giving the Cheerios a few pointers."

"As head cheerleader shouldn't I have been involved in this little meeting?"

"As head cheerleader shouldn't you have been on time for this little meeting?"

"Hard to be on time for something you're not invited to." Santana sneered at the blonde as she left the gym. The Latina crossed her arms over her chest and glared at the remaining cheerleaders and the coach. "Something I should know?"

Michele stood up and wiped the back of her skirt off "She was just giving us some tips on the tumbling pass for the fight cheer, you wouldn't be able to help us with that since you're just a flyer, right?"

Santana glared at the black girl as she, followed by the rest of the Cheerios, left the gym to start practice on the football field. "Let's go Lopez." Coach Sylvester said as she walked by the cheerleader, barely able to keep the grin off her face.

Santana narrowed her eyes at the backs of her so called teammates and her coach. Something was going on.

"Noah," Rachel sighed as her boyfriend pulled her hair to one side so he had better access to the side of her neck "stop…"

"Stop what?" He asked mischievously, nibbling on the shell of Rachel's ear.

"Stop distracting me." She groaned. Puck just smirked against her neck and inched his hands up her shirt "Seriously Noah, I have a test on Monday."

"So study."

"I can't study when you-" the brunette gasped sharply as his thumbs pushed her bra up and he cupped her breasts. She let out a little whine as his calloused fingertips brushed over her nipples.

"When I what?"

Rachel pushed her biology notes away from herself, not caring when her carefully organized notes scattered all over her bedroom floor, and turned so she was straddling Puck's lap. "When you're being completely inappropriate."

"Inappropriate?" the jock asked mock innocently as he unhooked her bra under her shirt "I'm pretty sure making out with your smoking hot girlfriend during a 'study date' is entirely appropriate teenage male behaviour."

Rachel grinned and pulled her boyfriend's WMHS football shirt over his head "I love it when you get all verbose…"

"Oh really?" Puck hissed as Rachel lightly scraped her fingernails down his chest and over his abs.

"Mhmm." She nodded, biting her bottom lip.

"Do you want me to talk some more?"

Rachel shook her head and leaned forward to kiss him. Puck pulled his hands from beneath her shirt and tangled them in her hair, pulling her as close to him as he could. Rachel pulled back slightly and grinned at him "I think the time for talk is over, don't you?"

Puck growled and flipped them over so he was pinning Rachel to her mattress "It's definitely over."

He was in the process of taking off Rachel's shirt when both of their cell phones rang. Simultaneously.

"Noah…" Rachel moaned pushing at his chest lightly.

"What?"

"That's my dad's ringtone…"

"Just let it ring." He muttered, kissing along her jawline.

"But it's your mom's ringtone too."

"Dammit!" he surrendered, rolling to the side.

Rachel tossed his cell at him and took a deep breath as she answered her own. "Hi dad. How are you? Just studying…"

Puck sighed as he answered his phone "What's up, Ma?"

The two teenagers finished their phone conversations at about the same time and grinned at each other. "My dad's flying out to San Francisco for an emergency meeting with his firm's head partners and pop's staying overnight in Columbus."

"Oh really?" Puck asked settling on top of his girlfriend again.

"Really." Rachel grinned, locking her arms behind Puck's neck. "What did your mom have to say?"

Puck leaned down and kissed Rachel leisurely "She just called to tell me she's getting off work early, so I don't have to pick Dani up today."

"That gives us plenty of time to study."

"Study." Puck said incredulously, his hands halting on her upper thighs, underneath her short skirt. "You want to study? Right now?"

Rachel smirked "Well, I don't want to…"

"You're killing me Rach."

Rachel wrapped her legs around Puck's waist and pulled him down so that his erection was pressing against her. "I guess it's a good thing I wasn't serious then, isn't it?"

"Tease." Puck groaned as Rachel rolled her hips.

It was Rachel's turn to groan when Puck ran his fingers along the edge of her lace boyshorts. Then their phones went off simultaneously again.

"Seriously?" Puck asked as Rachel blindly searched for where she'd left her phone.

"It might be important." Rachel replied giving him a brief kiss.

"It better be important." The jock muttered darkly, groping for his cell.

"What?"

"What's wrong with you?" Mike asked in response to Puck's angry greeting.

"Chang. I should have known. Nobody cock blocks me quite like you do."

"Noah!" Rachel slapped his shoulder.

"What?"

"Matt got slushied." Mike announced.

"Seriously?" Puck asked, rolling off of Rachel and sitting up on the edge of her bed.

"Yeah. They got him leaving the change room after football practice. Speaking of which, where were you?"

"I was too pissed to go to practice. Rach brought me back to her place to shower and change and stuff."

"And stuff, eh?"

"Yeah, well, we were getting to that when you cock blocked…"

"Right. Sorry. We've got to figure out who's doing this. First our girls and now they're going after us?"

"Not for long." Puck promised.

"Okay, I'll leave you to your stuff."

Puck watched as Rachel balanced her phone between her ear and her shoulder and did up her bra under her shirt. "Too late."

"Sorry dude."

"Whatever."

"See you at the game tonight?"

"Yeah. Later."

"Later."

Rachel finished her phone call with a frantic Santana and looked over at Puck apologetically. "Santana's freaking out."

Puck snorted. "What's new?"

Rachel just glared at him as she attempted to fix her hair. "Something about Quinn and secret meetings with the Cheerios… I don't know, she was doing that thing when she starts speaking Spanish and doesn't realize it…"

"Quinn." Puck muttered under his breath.

"Pardon?"

"Nothing, babe." Puck smirked up at her "Mike just called me so I've got to go anyway."

"Okay. See you later?"

Puck nodded and kissed her quickly as they both exited her house. He sat in his truck as he watched Rachel drive away. Quinn. He should have fucking known.