A/N: I switch POV's a lot in this chapter. Each line break means that I'm changing POV's. Kay? Kay. Oh, and I hope I made this worth the wait. :x

Puck hoped against all hope that what he was trying to do would go off without a hitch. The assignment for the Glee club had been to find an English artist, select one of their songs, and perfect it. The dark-haired junior was pretty sure that the only reason this had been assigned such a task was because of Hermione coming from England to join them in America. He couldn't blame Mr. Schue for assigning what he did. The curly-haired man had a reputation for making special assignments for stupid reasons. The fact that he was repeating the assignment again was a little annoying but that wasn't something he could really help. At least this one could be somewhat beneficial for him. All he had to do was pick the perfect song. Unfortunately, the Brits didn't always make that the easiest thing in the world to do.

After quite a lot of research, he could only find two songs that were absolutely perfect for him and by the same artist as well. He knew he couldn't just repeat a song from over a year ago. Schue would tell him that he failed that week and that he actually didn't care about the assignment or some shit like that.

Standing off to the side of the choir room, he started to realize just how anxious he was. He hadn't been this nervous since the day he was going to sing 'Sweet Caroline' to Rachel and now he was basically doing the same thing, but to someone completely different. Was he even really singing to Ms. Granger? Could it be considered that? It wasn't exactly the most perfect song to sing to a girl but it was a British artist and he hoped one of her favorites. He would be singing it and paying attention to mostly her so how could she not know that it was for her?

His hands kept moving in and out of his jean pockets as he watched the clock and hoped for the brunette to walk through the door. A creak of the door brought the young mans head up from it's hung position as a slight smirk pulled onto his features. Mr. Schuester walked in with Hermione right on his tails. They spoke quickly, pointing to Puck, which really caught him off guard. The smug expression faded, as his eyes grew wide with confusion. What could they possibly be talking about that had to do with him?

Holy shit, she's walking towards me… Why is she walking towards me? Did she finally decide to give into the sex shark? It'd be smart of her to do so.

A smirked at Hermione was she got closer to him and she returned with a smile, but instead of stopping to talk to him, she walked right past him and sat in a waiting chair. Puck scoffed and shook his head. Mr. Schue was telling her where to sit. They weren't talking about him. He shook his head, slightly relieved. He wasn't really ready to be a topic of their conversation just yet. Soon, very soon… Just not yet.

"You came," he said in a soft voice, the sense of surprise very delicately woven into the statement. The corner of her lip perked upwards as if she were smirking herself.

"I said I would."

Noah laughed and shrugged, his hands moving back in his pockets.

"You're right."

"I get that a lot," she said, a laugh in her voice which caused Puck's heart to speed up a little. A large hand moved to his chest in an attempt to slow it down. She wasn't supposed to do that to him. He just wanted to screw and that was it.

"This song is for you by the way," he said before he took the seat next to her, a smug expression moving across his face. His eyes darted over to Hermione to see her reaction and he was enjoying the fact that she had grown extremely red.

"All right everyone, my cousin, and your new librarian, Ms. Granger, will be sitting in on rehearsal today. Anyone have anything for the assignment before we move on?" Will asked. Puck quickly raised his hand.

"Uh, I do Mr. Schue," he said, standing and moving to the center of the room, turning on the spot and allowing his eyes to drift over to the curly-haired female in the corner.

Good going Hermione. Just make a spectacle of yourself for no reason. Brilliant work. How could he think singing that song could possibly make any girl think higher of him? What was he even trying to achieve to begin with? Seduction? That's a laugh. Bloody hell. Why did I come here? Why did I come here? Why did I come here?

The constant self-berating didn't end quickly. Hermione continued to walk down the hall briskly, the anger of hearing such a degrading song, and knowing that it was dedicated to her threatening to boil over. All she wanted to do was hex the seventeen year old into a coma and run from the high school. Even if she had done that, she had a good feeling she'd find herself in front of the Ministry of Magic and on trial for what she would have done faster than it would have taken her to say the spell in the first place. Hermione needed to get out of the hallway. The longer she stayed there, the better chance she had of being found by someone she didn't want to see.

A girls bathroom quickly came into view and Hermione took the opportunity and ran inside, leaning against the wooden door thankfully. Her eyes fluttered closed, only to open when she heard the flushing of a toilet. Her heart quickened at the sight of red hair.

"Ginny?" she questioned quietly under her breath. Her head shook when she realized the ginger in front of her looked quite confused; a look very similar to a deer caught in the headlights.

"Excuse me?" the deer looking woman asked, her hands outstretched far in front of her. Hermione shook it away.

"I'm sorry, I, uh, I'm afraid I'm going a little mental," she offered, laughing without any real humor in her voice. The woman nodded, a smile pulling onto her face, quite confused on what was going on. As she moved to the sink to wash her hands in such a meticulous way that Hermione had never seen a human being do before, the woman looked over at her, assessing Hermione's presence.

"You look a little old to still be in high school, but I suppose that's normal. More and more kids are striving to look older and older at younger ages and I keep trying to tell the kids that they don't need to do that, but they don't seem to want to listen. Kids are very unwilling to listen to their elders at this age." Hermione nodded, listening intently.

"Are you Emma?" she asked, walking over to the woman who seemed very startled at the stranger's correct identification.

"Oh, oh. Why yes. Do I know you? I'm sorry if I do, you don't look familiar." Hermione allowed her expression to soften, as she shook her head, soft curls bouncing on her shoulders.

"No, no. You don't… I don't think. It depends if Will has said anything to you. I'm Hermione Granger, his cousin. I remember him saying you were the guidance counselor here and you seem to be speaking like a counselor would so I just put two and two together I suppose. Will speaks so much about you, and so highly of you as well," she gushed. Emma's face lit up at the idea that Will had spoken highly and often of her to someone in his own family.

"Oh! Oh, really? Well that's, wow!" Emma said, giggling. Hermione noticed her cheeks darken, which caused her to smile. It reminded her of Ron when he would blush.

Ron… Bloody hell! I didn't want to miss him! Quick, think of something else! Hermione's brain scanned its caverns for anything else that it could possibly think about and the only thing that took residence was Noah and his horrible choice of song to dedicate to Hermione.

"Are you feeling okay?" Emma asked and Hermione realized just how long she hadn't been paying attention to her surroundings.

"I'm, well, it's, I," Hermione stuttered along. The situation she had placed herself in was so much more complicated than the one she had started out in.

"It's ridiculously complicated," she finally answered with a sigh. Emma nodded and placed a waved Hermione outside.

"Let's go have a talk." Without protest, the pair walked outside and began to walk towards the redhead's office in silence. Well, silence until an unneeded and slightly unwanted voice rang out.

"Ms. Granger!" Hermione growled softly at the sound of Noah's yell. The brunette turned to her new friend of sorts and gave her an apologetic look.

"One moment." Turning on her heel, she walked up to an approaching Noah. "What do you want?" she asked harshly.

"I want to apologize," he said instantly, his tone slightly standoffish.

"As you should. Dedicating An Easier Affair, that's a laugh!" she exclaimed a little louder than she had intended. Noah groaned angrily and proceeded to wipe his face as if trying to wipe away his mistake. At least, that's what Hermione saw. To her, it was a mistake. A big mistake.

He shook his head and turned back to her, a very apologetic look on his face.

"Please let me make this up to you," he whispered.

"Why should I?"

"Because your curiosity is nagging at you to find out just what it is I want to do to make it up to you," he replied, a very clear smirk pulling onto his tanned lips.

There is no way he could possibly know me that well yet, she thought. A scowl formed on her face, her lips pursing together, hard, as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Fine." Noah's face lit up, a smile pulling his lips wide across his face.

"Awesome. Meet me in the auditorium in fifteen minutes." Without another word, he was gone. The witch brought her arms across her chest, shaking her head slowly.

"He's mental," she said softly. The brunette jumped slightly when a hand came to rest on her shoulder. Hermione turned around to find a very confused and shocked Emma behind her.

"Oh, Emma, I'm sorry for leaving you there. I didn't mean to."

"It's all right, Hermione. Do you need to talk?" Hermione shook her head.

"No, it's alright. I'll see you later though. I want to get to know the girl that my cousin is so hung up on," Hermione stated, a wide smile spreading across her face. Emma nodded furiously.

"Oh, oh, yes! Of course! Of course! Tomorrow maybe? After school?"

"Sounds like a plan."

Puck sat on the edge of the large stage, tapping the hard wood beneath him nervously. He had asked her to meet him in the large room a half hour ago. He didn't pin her as someone who would be late.

"God damn it. Fucking George Michael," he cursed under his breath.

"Are you going to sing, or are you going to curse all day?" Puck looked up in the direction of the very hot British voice. His smirk pulled wide across hid face when he finally found Hermione creeping out of a shadow that he had never knew a person could hide.

"How the fuck did you get up there?" he asked, standing on the stage.

"Magic," she teased, to which Puck allowed his dark brown eyes to roll around in his head.

"Yeah, right. How did you really get up there?"

"If this is your way of 'making it up to me' you're doing a right shit job of it," she said. Puck noticed how her body twitched just slightly when she said shit. He wasn't sure if it was because she cursed or because she cursed in front of him. He didn't really care for the reason. He still found it cute.

Cute? Really? You have got to stop thinking like that. You're just trying to get under that skirt. You're just trying to get under that skirt!

No matter how much Puck repeated this in his head, he was slowly starting to not believe it.

As Hermione leaned against the balcony railing, waiting for him to begin. A genuine smile slowly curled onto his face as he swung his guitar around his shoulders and began to sing. Puck knew that he was really starting to get into this whole Glee club thing because as he was singing, he closed his eyes and hadn't noticed the librarian leave the balcony and move towards him on the stage.

As he finished the song, he turned towards the smiling Hermione, who stood with her arms crossed over her chest. He took in her appearance as he sang the last line of the song. She was wearing a crimson blouse that had a flowing collar and a black pencil skirt; similar to the one he had seen her in the first day they had met. Once he finished, he swung the guitar off of his shoulder and smiled as she clapped.

"I'm impressed. Somebody to Love by George Michael. Certainly a step up from the last song." Puck smiled and took a step closer to her.

"You have no idea how hard it is to find a Jewish and British artist with a good song that isn't from a chick's point of view. I thought I was going to rip your hair out." Hermione's brow perked.

"You don't have much to begin with."

"Now you get how much it would suck," he said, taking another step closer to her. The brunette gave an uneasy look and took a small step away from him.

"Noah, what are you doing?" she asked. "I mean the song was lovely but, why?"

Did he want to admit it? Should he admit it? What would it really do if he did admit it and what would be the repercussion of doing so?

"You wouldn't believe me," he said, his expression turning suddenly serious. The slightest of smirks pulled onto her features as her head tilted off to the side.

"You'd be shocked what I believe," she retorted confidently. He snorted and shook his head. What the hell.

"I think I like you." Hermione was taken aback from his admission.

"You fancy me?" she asked confused.

"Fancy? I'm not that weird. No, I just… Kinda like you. As more than a friend. In the way that I liked Rachel, or Quinn, or Santana, or Brittany, or Li—"

"You fancy me," she interrupted, putting her hand up to stop him from speaking. She sighed and shook her head.

"Noah, I'm sorry but, we can't do anything about your feelings," she said.

She never said she didn't like me back. Does she like me? Holy shit! She does! She just doesn't want to admit it! Fuck yes! I'm so in.

"You like me too," he said, his infamous smirk reappearing on his dark features. Hermione shook her head, clearly disagreeing with him.

"No, Noah. I do—" Hermione never got a chance to finish her sentence. Puck eased himself towards her in the silky smooth way, and wrapped his arm around her waist, placing his lips against hers. The pair was locked in the embrace for a long moment and he was able to take note of the fact that she smelled faintly of vanilla and how her lips tasted faintly of cherry. He was also able to realize that she wasn't pushing him away. He was right. She did like him.

Unfortunately, she did quickly push him away, and promptly allowed her hand to move swiftly across his face.

"Fuck!" he yelled, holding his face where she hit him. Simply based on her slap, he would have hated to get actually hit by her.

"You've got one hell of an arm, what the fuck!" he yelled, rubbing his cheek.

"What the bloody hell were you thinking? You can't very well go around kissing people! Especially people who are in a position of authority over you and are a great deal older than you!" she spat, her face lighting up to a violent shade of scarlet that almost completely blended in with her top.

"I told you I liked you! I know you like me! It's what two people who like one another do! Are you that much of a prude or virgin to not know that?" he asked harshly. If Puck had actually thought through what he had said, he wouldn't have said what he did. Unfortunately, Puck found our just how out of line he actually was when Hermione slapped him hard across the face once more. Why she didn't just punch him was beyond his comprehension, but he decided not to question it.

"You have got to stop doing that!" he yelled.

"I have to stop doing that?" she asked. "Honestly? You truly believe that?" A soft scoff passed her lips as she shook her head.

"You're a moron."

Hermione turned on her heel and headed out of the auditorium, an angry cloud following behind her. Although, he could have sworn just before she turned around, she had placed her hand to her lips and smiled, feeling the last bit of his lips that still lingered on hers.

Puck wasn't sure if she had in fact done that, but it was a nice idea, one that he'd keep to himself.

"Well, that was a bust, mostly." He chuckled, smirking once more. "Cherries. Not bad. I'll still find a way to tap that though," he said to no one before going over to his guitar and picking it up, putting it back in its case.

A/N: Puck and Hermione finally kissed! I know, it's about time right? Let's just hope no one was in the auditorium spying on them. ~mystery And yeah, I know, Hermione sorta cursed a lot but keep in mind that she grew up with Ron around her. She's really stressed, and she's in her 20's. It happens. Anyway, yeah. That was a very long chapter. I hope you guys liked it! I don't own anything, except the crazy idea to combine these two fandom's and put this storyline together. Leave reviews! They make my day. Until next time guys!