Hazel eyes narrowed in annoyance. Being in Spanish class was becoming really annoying and inconvenient. He couldn't get his head around the fact that Mr. Schue could have such a hot cousin. Her waist, lips, legs, and that accent! It was more than he could bear. In the old days, before Quinn and her upcoming milf status, he would have done everything in his power to have made the new librarian, his naughty librarian. Puck was very protective when it came to the women he wanted in bed. Well… He was until after he had sex with them. Once he had them in bed, he didn't want much else from them.

It was why the milf's were so perfect. They just cared about getting laid and that was it. They never wanted something more, nor did they ever push for it. Plus, they were amazing in bed. High school girls always wanted something more, or judged you for things that you couldn't control. Milfs were different.

The new librarian wasn't a milf (as far as he knew) but she was sure damn fuckable. He was going to have her; he just had to find a reason to go into the library.

Fortunately, school actually came in handy for something. His English teacher assigned the class to go into the library and pick out a book for the book report. This was his opportunity and he was going to take it for all it was worth. If he had his way, he would be over the new librarian in a crappy motel room by the end of the night.

After asking Artie a lot of questions, Puck finally found the library. Walking inside, his dark irises scanned the room, dipping between rows of books in an effort to find the brunette woman.

Finally, her wild curls were found and his smirk pulled across his face. Walking towards her, he pulled a random book from wherever he could find it. He didn't care that it had originally been in an unknowns hands. He wanted this to work.

Leaning against the bookshelf next to her, he grinned and began smacking his gum.

"So," he started. "What do you think of this book for a report?" Puck held up the book, but went bug-eyed when it wasn't in his hand. How was that possible? It was in his hand two seconds ago! Looking on the floor, he quickly determined that he hadn't dropped it.

"I wouldn't know." Puck turned back to look at the librarian. He noticed a smirk on her lips and couldn't help but find it… Well, he wasn't sure what he found it. He knew it wasn't just hot it was something else. Something he couldn't explain.

"I've never read an invisible book before," she said to him with the most innocent smile before pushing her cart along.

"What the f—" he started, before chasing after her, pulling a different book off of the cart and hopped in front of her, shoving it at her.

"What about this one?" She seemed flustered, which was exactly what he wanted. Stopping the cart, she took it from him and looked the book over. Shrugging, she handed it back to him.

"I was never one for American writers. I'm more partial to Dickens and Poe myself." The brunette paused and started to rummage through the books on the moving cart. Her lips pursed forward slightly and her eyes narrowed in concentration. His brow perked as he kept staring at her features and how they moved. It wasn't like him to want to stare at a girl like that.

Quickly, Puck shook it off, just in time for Hermione to stand and put her hands on her hips.

"Follow me," she said. Puck couldn't help it; he followed the petite brunette to wherever she was going. Every now and again, of course, his eyes magically found their way to her rear and lingered there for a moment or two. Who wouldn't? Unfortunately, for Puck, he wasn't completely paying attention to what was going on around him, and when Hermione stopped in front of the shelf she was looking for, he walked right into Hermione.

"Omf!" he said softly. Hermione tripped slightly, but caught herself, despite the heels she had been wearing. Hermione turned on her heel and faced Puck, her hands balling up and placing themselves on her hips. A dark brow perked at him.

"Looking at my arse while walking isn't the brightest thing to do," she whispered to him before turning back around and picking a book from the shelf. Puck stood there, astonished that she had spoken to him that way, or that she had even spoken that way at all. To him, it was… Sexy.

"You're in what grade, again?" she asked the books.

"I'm a junior," Puck answered suddenly, snapping out of the slight shocked phase that he was in. Hermione turned with a raised brow, indicating her confusion in his words. "11th grade." She nodded and turned to hand him a book.

"I looked up the curriculum for the district and 11th graders are reading British literature. This should work." Taking the book from the brunette he turned it over in his hands. He looked up at her with more confusion than she had looked at him.

"John Webster?" Hermione nodded.

"The White Devil is a play he wrote. I think you'll enjoy it for the book report. That is if you actually read it."

"What's it about?"

"In purity? Revenge." Hermione was simple in her explanation and turned back around to continue working. Puck turned on his heel and began to walk away, confused on where he went wrong in his wooing of the new librarian, but he wouldn't be swayed away from his mission.

Little did Puck know, as he was walking away, Hermione had turned around, just to get one last glimpse of him. Something about him just stuck in her mind.

A/N: All right, so that's their first real meeting/interaction. Not exactly how I half wanted it, but it'll do. If anyone has any ideas on what they'd like to see happen, PM me or tell me in a review. I like reviews by the way. =D