AN: Not much of an author note, except that I'm really sleepy... I just need to write... I dream about writing... No literally, I DREAM about writing... I have this reoccurring one where I'm sitting at my desk, typing... I don't know what yet, but I'm pretty excited about it... In the dream that is... In real life I find it boring. The dream itself... Not actually writing... You know what? I'm gonna shut up now...

Sorry for updating 2hrs too late... fell asleep...

Reviews:

Saradelovely: You'll most def be feeling it after this chapter...

Ch3lsBishop: Aww... while that would be totally cool to go onto your favourites list (well, more than totally) I don't mind if I don't. :) Like all of you have figured, I'm pretty chilled. As long as you like it, I'm pretty cool. :) And yes, Groff could possibly be gay... But hey, Kurt fic's will go up in number. ;) And like, my hearts skipping at the Puckleberry news... I just hope they lean more towards Puckleberry than Finn/Rachel and the Groff guy and Rachel... cause it's so cool...

Ladybug Jess: You're all bloody psychic...

Namjr: Yeah, I'm not good at writing really dumb guys... Girls I can do easily... Unless I write them like a stereo-typical jock... which Finn isn't. And yeah, I had a plan... I needed to go through with it no matter how much it frustrated all of you... sorry for that.

Aussietasha: I'm seriously considering writing that as a one-shot tagalong... probably when I'm more awake... Cause I cracked up when I read that...

Shivvy1080: Aww, thank you... The only problem with stealing Mark Salling is the fact that then they would have to find someone else to play Puck and that would be horrible...

Pinkbananasmoothie: No you haven't reviewed before cause I'd remember a cool name like yours... HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Here's two chapters in one day! Hyper is awesome... Go with that feeling... Rule it! Own it! Command it! (I so need to stop going to drama class... and I need to start sleeping at decent hours again)

Puck sat in the back corner of the gym, his elbows on his knees and his mobile in his hands. See, while Rachel thought his silence meant he didn't really care, his silence was just him trying not to forget the ten digits of Markus's mobile. He quickly dialled them into his own phone after he left Rachel and went to Santana's locker to search for her mobile. When he figured it wasn't there, he hid in the gym to get to work.

[Puck20]: I need a favour.

It was less than a minute later when he got a reply.

[San]: Not 2day Puck. I still cant X my legs thnx 2 sum1...

Puck raised his eyebrow curiously and reminded himself to ask about that later. Because it definitely wasn't him who did that to her.

[Puck20]: Interestin but no... Need Markus Wilson's mobile.

In a few seconds, he got a ten digit number in reply.

[Puck20]: No. His actual phone.

[San]: Why?

[Puck20]: Does it matter? I can make it worth ur while. I no jst wat 2 do 4 those tender legs of urs...

He went on to write some stuff he was pretty sure was illegal in a few states and when he got a reply, it wasn't a text message. Puck's phone rang and a few minutes later, him and Santana were doing it on the gym floor.

And as he watched the Latina come undone underneath him, Puck felt himself imagining a certain other girl in her place and felt himself growing more and more curious as to why.

~*~

Later in the day, when he was walking to lunch, Puck was passing by the choir room and saw Artie talking to Tina who sat in front of him on the steps. He paused, watching curiously as the two seemed to be having a heart to heart.

Puck couldn't suppress a grin when he saw Tina lunge forward and kiss him, making him skid back on the wheels. He chuckled. Artie looked up briefly from the kissing and saw Puck smiling at the door. Artie put his thumbs up at him and then pointed behind him.

Puck frowned and turned his head to see Rachel standing there, looking amused. "Spying I see."

"No, just admiring the fruits of my labour." he nodded to Artie and Tina who were making out like it was going out of fashion. "I told him to suck it up and do her."

Rachel crossed her arms over her chest. "That was rather crass."

"Huh?"

"Tactless."

"Oh babe, I said it with all the tact in the world." He moved away from the door and started walking down the halls with Rachel by his side. Puck's mind was swimming with anxiety because there was something he had to know. "About this Saturday. I called around. Glee's basically gonna be there." No Puckerman... ask her the other thing.

"Noah, I can't have a party while my fathers are away." Rachel said.

Puck scoffed. "How you believe that twelve people is a party, I have no idea." But then he paused. "Well actually, with a bit of baby oil, it could be."

"Is it not a good day if you do not make some sort of sexual remark?"

"No." he grinned. "It's not a good day if I don't get in at least five or six sexual remarks. Anyway, half of the party will be geeks. You can't have any sort of party with geeks."

"I don't know whether to be insulted or grateful."

"Up to you." they reached the lunchroom and lined up together. Ask her now... while she's happy. "I thought it can be kind of a celebration though. Cause we are so kicking ass on Saturday." Idiot.

"We haven't even preformed yet Noah. How do you know we're going to be celebrating?"

"Because," he leaned down behind her and whispered into her ear, "I'm a badass."

Rachel rolled her eyes and laughed. "Excellent. My whole life feels reassured by knowing that small piece of evidence."

"Was that a joke?"

You're not gonna ask her yet, are you?

Nope. He even popped the word arrogantly in his head.

~*~

Puck stood outside locker room, waiting for Santana. It was almost three-thirty and he was running late for football. He was in his gear, his foot tapping impatiently. Santana stepped out of the boys locker room, wiping her lips with one hand and holding up a mobile with the other. "I'd run if I were you." she said. "Markus'll be out in a minute."

Puck grinned and kissed Santana on the cheek before ducking out of the hallway and into an empty classroom. He did what needed to be done, messaging and texting off both his phone and Markus's. In a few minutes he was done and grinning proudly at his work.

It was only then did he see Markus walking past the classroom he was hiding in, rather pompously. (What the fuck?! He was putting that one to too much time with Kurt...) Puck darted out of the classroom and then pretended to have walked out of the change rooms. "Hey, Wilson."

Markus stopped and turned around, sneering at Puck. Puck really didn't like the kid. He was too tall and too blonde. Seriously... could his hair get more yellow? Probably not...

"Puckerman." Markus said, nodding stiffly. He didn't know what to make of the situation.

"You left this in the lockers." Puck threw the mobile at him and Markus caught it at the last minute. "Must've fallen out of your pocket while you were busy."

Markus gave a small grin, "Uh, heard that did you?"

"Thank god no." Puck made a disgusted face. "I would've stabbed my eardrums out with a pair of scissors. Stay away from Santana."

Markus smirked, "Oh yeah, I forgot. You used to smack that."

"Yeah I did, Akon." Puck smirked. "Actually, I'm going to 'smack that' after school. To help satisfy her needs like a good man should."

Markus just grinned wider. "You and I both know we aren't good men, Puckerman."

"Only you seem to think that Wilson. See there's a reason why I get laid twenty-times more than you do... actually, no wait." he tilted his head to the side. "That's an understatement."

"Big word Puck. Learn that off Berry?"

Puck felt himself tense up. "What?"

Markus nodded, "Oh you know. Yay high," he put his hand near his crotch. "The Mother Mary in her virginal whites knee socks. Well, she was until we all found out she got it on with that freak kid. You've been hanging out with her lately, haven't you?"

Puck couldn't help it. He ran forward, grabbed Markus by the shirt and slammed him against the closest locker. "Listen here, dick-weed. You ever say anything bad about Rachel again and I will personally make sure you never fuck again. Period."

"You can't protect her from where you are Puckerman." Markus growled, hanging limp in Puck's grip. "You're two low on the food chain. Ever since you joined freak-club, you've lost all your pull."

Puck pulled Markus off the wall then slammed him into it again. "I may have lost my pull but I can still kick your ass into next year. Don't forget that." He dropped Markus to the ground and then walked off, swearing at himself.

He could've just ruined the entire plan.

No... he's too much of a douche to be put off by that... He'll still fall for the bait anyway.

~*~

Rachel stood at the end of the hallway, leaning against the wall so neither Markus or Puck could see her, and listened to the entire encounter. She felt her heart swell at his barbaric act.

She couldn't help but smile. "Listen here, dick-weed. You ever say anything bad about Rachel again and I will personally make sure you never fuck again. Period."

What he said could've been the nicest thing anyone has said on behalf of her. Ever. She didn't even quite understand how she thought it was nice, except for the fact he'd said Rachel.

She smiled to herself and started walking to the library, Puck's voice ringing in her head.

~*~

Training went well, after Puck did twenty-laps for being late. The boys all got back into the lockers, sweating a dirty. Puck usually was the first one into the showers and the first out. He didn't like spending time in there with a bunch of naked guys. He kept his eyes firmly up and never used hand soap. He just used the stuff from the pump on the wall. It was good enough.

So when he hung back a bit, taking his sweet-assed time, Matt, Mike and Finn knew something was up. Kurt was too busy preparing his and several other footballers facials. (A few games ago, he sat them down and explained the importance of skin care. He brought a slide show of bad acne scars. It freaked some of them out and now Kurt had his own facial workshop after every training session). "Oi, Kurt, get here." Puck said.

"In a minute." he said, dismissing him. Puck frowned angry about the easy dismissal.

So while Kurt was in the middle of his talk about T-zones, Puck grabbed him around the waist, lifted him up and dragged him to the little huddle he was making with Finn, Matt and Mike. "He'll be back," Puck said assuring the other boys.

"Put me down!" Kurt yelled.

"Will do princess." He put Kurt down next to Finn and he seemed somewhat happier.

Kurt narrowed his eyes. "Now while I do enjoy the whole Tarzan meets Jane persona you see to own, just as much as the next full-accepting gay-man, I do not appreciate that brand of manhandling whilst I'm saving the world from those poor boys faces."

"Yeah, yeah, I need you all to back me up on something. Especially you Kurt, seeing as your Queen Gossip." Puck nodded, "You all in?"

"What is it?" Finn asked.

"Just follow on." Puck couldn't explain because Karofsky had just decided to walk in, towel around his waist. Puck relaxed and started removing his shirt. Matt was the only one who got that this was some sort of 'relax' sign, so he went back to his locker to grab his deodorants. "Dude, trust me. Wilson was so looking at her." Puck said loud enough to perk Karofsky.

"Markus Wilson?" Finn asked, looking genuinely confused. It's was fine. It would go with the story.

"Yeah dude, he was so on top of that Cheerie-hoe."

"I heard they've already done it." Kurt said, immediately sinking into the roll. He sat on the edge of the bench and crossed his legs. "At his place."

"That's gotta be a rumour." Matt added. "Like, Wilson couldn't get a date if she was desperate."

Mike chose to shut up because he had literally no idea what was going on. He just shook his head and went to his locker. "I have no idea what's going on in this world anymore." He murmured.

"Neither do I." Puck fell into the lie easily. "I mean, I thought Marcia was on the unavailable list."

Pieces fell into place for the other four boys and their eyes widened. Marcia Karofsky. Karofsky's fourteen year old sister. The only virgin in freshman year, thanks to her over protective brother. It was one of the few things Puck respected about Karofsky. He had two sisters and a brother. None of them were screw ups and all of them were purely good kids who never got picked on because Karofsky beat up any bullies that thought about it. "What'd you say?" Karofsky demanded, glaring at Puck.

"Oh shit man, I forgot." Puck winced. "I was just saying what I saying that I saw Markus Wilson checking out your sister in the hallway... well, maybe." Puck put his hands up in defence. "Like, your sister was with her friends so he could've been looking up any of their skirts but like Kurt said... there's been rumours dude."

"Their fucking lies Puckerman." Karofsky growled, stepping forward towards Puck.

Puck put his hands up in defence. "Never said they weren't Dave. Just saying what I know. But watch him carefully, cause before practice he was doing Santana in the lockers and didn't even satisfy her..." Puck sighed. "You know a dude ain't good when he dude satisfy his woman."

"Amen." Kurt put his hand up in the air and Puck high-fived him. "No, that was a preach reference Puck, not an open invitation to be my friend."

Puck snorted, "Like you could ever be my friend."

Karofsky looked half torn between punching a wall and... no wait, he just looked like he wanted to punch a wall. Puck patted Karofsky's shoulder sympathetically. "Dude, chill. I might be wrong anyway. Just watch him over the next few days cause I know Marcia's a good girl so maybe this is some one-sided shit."

"I had no doubt in my mind it was, Puckerman." Karofsky grunted and then stormed off to the other side of the change rooms.

Puck looked at Finn, Matt, Mike and Kurt and gave a small smile, lifting his thumbs up.

~*~

Puck and Finn walked to the library to go get Rachel who they told to wait there. They knew what kind of trouble she could in to in a partially empty school. "Dude, you're gonna have to explain to me what that whole Karofsky thing was about."

Puck smirked. "Yeah, but only if you swear not to bring it up in front of Rachel."

"Fine."

Puck quickly hashed over what happened that morning (leaving out the part on the deal and the awkward thoughts he had about a half (and fully) naked Rachel, cleaning herself off, all alone in the girls bathrooms where she could... STOP!) and then his plan for Markus to get back at him and even Santana's involvement.

They were right in front of the library when Finn just smiled. "Dude, that's pretty smart."

"Dude, I know." Puck said, just as Rachel walked out of the library.

"What's pretty smart?" she asked.

Finn slung an arm over her shoulder. "Puck's new idea for a game play."

"Oh." Rachel frowned. "A game play?"

"Don't worry Berry." Puck said, walking alongside them. He felt his stomach twinge with annoyance with the fact that Finn had his arm wrapped around Rachel. "You feeling better?"

"Yes thank you." Rachel blushed.

"Good."

They got to the car and Finn told Rachel to sit in the front seat because he was getting dropped off at Quinn's. The ride was short, with conversation flowing easily between the three. Puck called Mrs Rutherford to get his sister ready when they were parked outside Quinn's. Finn just said his goodbyes and rushed out. Puck looked out longingly at Finn, because he knew that Finn was going over to go with Quinn to the obstetricians. "Are you alright?" Rachel asked quietly, staring at his longing face. She thought it was because of he still had a crush on Quinn, which Puck kind of figured and he didn't correct her.

"Yeah, I'm fine Berry." he leaned back in his car, turning off the engine. His sister might take a while seeing as he gave her pretty late notice. "Just thinking."

"About?" she asked.

Ask her you idiot... NOW! "Uh... well..." he nervously thumbed the steering wheel of his car while he tried to think about it. "You know earlier, when we were in the bathrooms and you said you uh... hated me?"

Rachel frowned, "Did I?" she thought back and then realised she did. She blushed and turned her hair into a curtain. "Oh, I guess I did."

There was a silence in the car that could only be described as uncomfortable. "Oh." Puck felt himself deflate a bit. "I told you I'm like, really sorry about all the slushie stuff, right?"

Rachel nodded. "I don't hate you Noah."

"You don't?" he asked, looking at her doubtfully. "Cause like, you have enough reason to."

"I have a few reasons not to, as well." she said, looking up at him through her eyelashes.

Puck felt like a girl, as his breath hitched from her confession. Was it a confession? But didn't know, or care. It was just perfect. Oh yeah, he definitely felt like a girl. The air in the cab became thick and tense and Puck realised his face was slowly gravitating towards Rachel's. Her eyes were starting to close and she was moving closer too. His hand reached out and hovered above her cheek, trying to touch it but not totally willing.

"Noah!"

Puck's eyes shot open and he flung himself backwards in his seat, slamming his head into the car door. "Shit!" he yelled, grabbing the back of his head in pain.

"Oh my, Noah." Rachel reached out and instantly put pressure on the back of his head, rubbing it gently. "Noah, are you alright?"

"I'm gonna kill that little shit." he muttered and turned around to see Isla running up the car. She that sweet smile on his face that he knew he'd succumb to five seconds after telling her off. "Well, I'm thinking about it." he said. "Thinking real hard."

"Don't. With the bruise and your lack of brain cells, it might end up killing you." Puck turned to look at Rachel who was giving him a small smile.

"Two jokes in one day Berry? That's gotta be a record."

AN: Not much to say except good night... well, goodmorning... it's 3:26 am... and OMG how perfect?, Sweet Caroline just came on my shuffle list (yes I've left it on shuffle... I like suprises...)

Was it the spring?

And spring became summer...

Who would've believed you'd come alone?

Hands, touching hands... reaching out, touching me, touching you.

Whoa, Sweet Caroline... Good times never seemed so good.

I've been inclined.... To believe it never would...

Oh

Sweet Caroline... Good times never seemed so good...

Oh, I've been inclined... to believe it never would... oh no, no...

How sexy is that?

He's just in time to sing me to sleep... :)