Puck was going crazy. The drug wasn't wearing off, and he'd tried everything: he'd hooked up with Santana and dosed her into breaking up with him (again) and running to Matt, then he'd hooked up with some sophomore Cheerio (Amy? Annie? Ally?) and dosed her so she ran straight to Azimio; and then he'd hooked up with Cheryl, that kinky cougar down the street, and dosed her so she all but mauled her husband. He wasn't even purposely going at it to hook these guys up—he was just out to get some. But afterwards, all he could think of was Ra—Berry, he angrily corrected himself. That stupid sexy midget freak was all he could think of, and so he felt bad about even being with these chicks and sent them to someone who might appreciate them. He was seriously going nuts with all this caring and feelings bullshit; he had to check himself to make sure his balls were still there and he wasn't turning into an all-out pussy.
He finally decided that maybe if he halfway sated his lust for her, watched her for awhile just to realize her freaky-ass brand of whacko, that maybe he'd get over her faster. So he did the unthinkable: he joined Glee (though he convinced his wingmen Matt and Mike too—he wasn't going to draw that much attention to himself over this chick).
As he walked in, he didn't miss the astonished looks that the Gleeks gave him (Berry included), or the incredulous ones the Cheerios did (Quinn mostly). But he just sat next to Finn, pretending to pay attention to what the teacher was saying and not focusing on the tight ass thrown in his face every time Finn spun Berry.
Quinn was ecstatic: sure, RuPaul hadn't ended up with Jew-Fro where she belonged, but she certainly no longer had eyes for Finn, anyone could see that. She didn't seem as irritated when Quinn suddenly appeared next to them, and she didn't make half as much of an effort to "tutor" him outside of school. She still insisted on practicing together, especially if they had a duet, but Quinn noticed happily that her mind, when not focused on the music or choreography, was blissfully elsewhere. And Finn, no longer the apple of ManHand's eye, more or less turned all of his affections back to his girlfriend, where they belonged.
So when Puck showed up in Glee, Quinn was incredulous. They had a strict, albeit unspoken, policy of staying away from each other unless she was purchasing his devious services for her own popularity needs. However, here he was, smirking at her incredulous look and sitting down in a chair, watching as if he gave a damn about music and Finn and Berry. Quinn realized the obvious conclusion and ignored practice as she made plans for her next move.
Puck stalked through the halls, barely paying attention. Granted, he'd only been in Glee two days, but he was starting to think that this was a bad idea. Berry (he'd at last gotten used to calling her that again) had insisted on speaking to him on the way out to the parking lot, where he'd almost burst as her vanilla and strawberry scent wove around him, begging Puck to kiss her. The only way he'd stopped himself was by forcing her against a nearby pick-up, avoiding her eyes and screaming in his head Mailman! Sue Sylvester! Fucking Figgins!, and growling at her, "Look Berry; I don't care. We're not friends, so go hang on someone else." After which he quickly jumped in his truck to hide his cock straining against his jeans and his ridiculous desire to kiss her hard and long and fuck her in his truck.
Worse than that, he remembered the shit she said. He now knew that her favorite musical was Funny Girl, that she loved jazz more than ballet, and that she was so glad that he joined because they could always use another musician (how did she fucking know he played guitar?). He noticed that her chocolate eyes shone when she smiled, and quickly realized that, when it came to performing, she was brutally honest; so when she told him he had amazing potential, he knew she meant it. And fuck all if that didn't make him want to smile.
So yeah, he knew he needed to get out of this situation and fast. And he was so focused on getting Berry out of his head that he didn't notice when a sexy female sidled up next to him, driving him into an empty classroom.
Puck looked around, noticing that it was math class (and appreciating that he even recognized it—he'd rarely been here before) and he found himself in an awkward face-off with none other than a very pissed Quinn Fabray.
"Spill, Puckerman," she snapped, and though he kept his face neutral, his insides were twisted that she'd somehow figured everything out. "You seriously think just because you and Santana broke up and you joined Glee I'm going to want to be with you? Want to leave Finn? Because that's a load of bull and you know it."
Puck all but laughed out loud, and managed to cover his relief with an arched glance and devious smirk. She must be nervous around him, if that was her logic for him joining; and he thanked fuck for it.
"Who you kidding babe?" he murmured, inching closer to her, tracing her jaw with his fingers. "You and me, we mesh like those damn Reese's Cups." He knew he was right, that before Berry had all but pussy-whipped him that he had always wanted to take another sip from the Fountain of Fabray. He wondered if maybe his dad's fucking CA was like a fairytale curse: only to be broken by a kiss from a smokin' chick. He smirked again, leaning toward the Queen Bee gaping at him, trying to control her breathing.
"No," she insisted, backing away from him. "I love Finn; I couldn't…" Puck couldn't help his grin, wondering if she thought she was trying to convince him or herself. She glared at him, no doubt furious at his ability to make her weak. "Stop thinking whatever is in that demented brain of yours, because it's never going to happen," she insisted, and with a huff stormed out the door.