Two chapters in one day? I am a writing MACHINE. HERE ME ROAAR! Haha welps here is the next one and Chapter 4 will most likely be up tomorrow, but I make no promises

Glee is not mine; cause if it was Mercedes and Puck would be in a pool of chocolate GETTING IT IN!

re-uploaded because I stupidly forgot to put the warnings in here: language, and there is abuse at the end. Ok now...

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I can still feel the breeze that rustles through the trees

And the misty memories of days gone by

But we could never see tomorrow

It would be that no one no one ever told us about the sorrow

So how can you mend a broken heart? And mine is

How can you stop the rain falling down?

How can you stop the sun from shining? What makes the world go round?

Mercedes finishes softly as she gets done with mixing the cream cheese icing for the next batch of red velvet cupcakes that need to be finished in the smaller convection oven. She gets claustrophobic just thinking about that small ass oven. The hairs on the back of her head stand up as she feels somebody watching her. She quickly glances up and her mouth goes dry. Those eyes have to be the most gorgeous eyes she has ever seen.

"Who are you and how long have you been standing there?" she says hotly, putting her hand on her hip.

"I'm Noah Puckerman and I'm here to fix your oven," he replies smoothly. "You sounded beautiful by the way. I had to stop and see where it was coming from," he replies with a blinding smile.

'Damn, him and that smile of his. Yep, I'm definitely gonna have to find a new pair of underwear. Maybe there's another pair in my car somewhere.'

"Um...hello..." he looks at her suspiciously.

"Oh…I'm sorry what were you saying?" she says. 'Am I drooling?' She quickly wipes the side of her mouth. 'Yep that's definitely drool. Get a hold of yourself Mercedes! Just because you haven't been dicked down in a while doesn't mean you can leer at the first attractive man that walks through the door! Maybe he didn't notice the drool.'

"I said that I was here to fix the oven," Puck gives her a knowing smirk.

"Oh...excuse my manners. It's been a long morning. I'm Mercedes Jones, owner of Cupcake Dreams," she says as she walks around the work table and holds out there hand.

"Nice to meet you. I also said that you sounded absolutely beautiful," replies huskily as he brings up her hand slowly to plant a kiss on the back of it. She feels a spark shoot up her arm and make its way into her nether regions. "Well I'm gonna get back to work. Hope to see you around," he says as he swaggers back around the corner.

"Ok see you," she says quietly. 'WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT! Act like a blushing school girl why don't you? Just forget he's even over there and get back to work.' Mercedes wipes her forehead, suddenly feeling really hot. She gets back to work and pulls the finished cupcakes out of the oven. She lets them cool for a bit, all the while thinking about a certain sexy handyman around the corner. 'What is wrong with you? You have a boyfriend…you know…Shane Tinsley. He might be a jackass, but you're still with him. Now act like it!' Refocusing on the task at hand, she starts icing the cupcakes and her mind drifts off to him again. 'Maybe he would want one of these…he is gonna be working on that oven all day.' She decides to set one of the cupcakes aside while she finishes the rest.

Once she completes all of the cupcakes, she makes her way around the corner and suddenly stops dead in her tracks. She knows the sight before her will play a pivotal role in her dreams for the rest of the week. Hell, the rest of the month really. Mr. Puckerman is bent over looking for something in his tool box, his perky butt in the air. He slowly brings himself back up, the bend accentuating his beautifully shaped calf muscles. He then begins to peel off his over shirt and Mercedes' jaw drops. The room can continue feeling stuffy for all she cared, as long as he could keep his shirt off. The black tank looked like heaven against his sun kissed skin. His shoulders, wide and made for lifting, makes her legs tremble. The tool belt, slung low on his hips made her mouth water for the second time today. He placed his hands on the top of the oven, for better leverage so that he could glance inside. His arms were like the icing on the cupcake that she was holding in her hand. She continues to gaze at him…

"Like what you see," he says quietly, catching her staring.

'If I could be swallowed into a pit of nothingness right now, that would be awesome. Keep calm, it's alright. He only caught you checking him out. There can't be anything worse than that.'

"Um...w...well I…," she stutters. 'Yep that's worse.'

"Yes?" he slowly makes his way to stand in front of her.

'Focus! And try not to stutter this time.' "Well Mr. Puckerman, I thought that since you're gonna be working on the oven for most of the day, that I would give you a cupcake to try," she says shyly as she holds her hands out.

"That's very sweet of you," he replies, "And call me Noah," he says huskily as he begins to peel of the paper and slowly take a bite out of the cupcake.

'It should be a sin to be able to eat like that. LOOK AT THAT DAMN JAW!'

"Wait…what?" she says again for what felt like the millionth time today. 'Gosh this man must think I'm a bitch for not listening to him.'

"Wow you really must be having a bad morning," he chuckles lightly. "I said that your cupcakes are to die for Ms. Jones," he smiles sweetly as he finishes up his cupcake.

"Thank you! The Red Velvet cupcakes are our bestselling ones so far. And call me Mercedes, please," she replies with a smile, "Oh, you have some icing on the side of your mouth," she tells him as she stares at his soft lips.

"Right here?" he says as he tries to get it off and misses.

"No, let me get it for you," and without thinking she takes her thumb and gently swipes along the side of his lip. What he does next almost kills every single ovary that she possesses.

He takes her hand slowly and while gazing into her eyes, he gently licks the icing off of her thumb. He holds it to his lip for a couple more seconds and then releases her hand.

"Thank you for the cupcake Mercedes," he says as he gazes at her darkly. "I should get back to work," he says quietly as he makes his way back over to the oven.

"Oh…ok. If you need anything I'll be on the other side of the kitchen, right around the corner, but you know that," she replies with a shaky laugh. "Ok I'm just gonna go now," she says as she quickly makes her exit.

When she turns the corner she leans against the wall, trying to gain any ounce of dignity back. 'That man could GET IT ALL! I need to be more careful around him, because every time I'm near him, I become a stuttering mess.' She makes it back to the table to finish the rest of her work for the day.

As the day slowly comes to an end, Mercedes finds herself in her office. She's not really doing anything. Scratch that—she is doing something – truthfully she's hiding out hoping she doesn't catch another glimpse of Noah Puckerman. She doesn't want to take her chances with that one. Just then Quinn and Tina slowly stick her head in the door.

"I know I'm married to a wonderful man and that I have an amazing daughter. But that handyman can have everything as long as he keeps flexing those arms," Tina says with a laugh.

"I think Mercedes here is feeling the same way," Quinn smirks, "He seems a little barbaric to me, but hey, if he can make you keep drooling like that then maybe you need to leave a certain asshole you call a boyfriend and tap that one that's in the kitchen."

"Whatever. No one is checking for him at all. And besides Shane isn't an asshole," she says quickly as she gathers her things to leave.

"Whatever you say," Quinn replies dryly.

"Well he told me to tell you that he is waiting outside for you," Tina laughs as they all make their exit of the shop.

There at one of the tables sits Noah Puckerman, looking hella sexy even with the shirt on. 'Such a shame, he should have kept the shirt off.'

"Girls," Noah acknowledges them as they exit the bakery.

"Well we're gonna go ahead and give you guys some privacy, bye Cedes!" Quinn says as her and Tina go to their respective cars.

"Hi."

"Hi," Noah says softly.

"What did you want to talk to me about?"

"I wanted to tell you that I still need a day or two to work on the oven. I know that you said you really needed it to be fixed today, but I didn't realize it was going to be such a tough job," he says apologetically.

"Oh, that's fine. I'm just glad that someone could come out and fix it at all and on such short notice."

"Well how about I make it up to you by taking you out to dinner?" Noah says smoothly.

"Ah…actually I can't. I have a boyfriend and it wouldn't be wise to do that," she replies.

"Well how about this. Some of my friends and I are going to a local bar down the road tomorrow. How about you bring your friends and maybe we could make it a group thing," he says unperturbed.

"I don't know…," she replies slowly.

"Come on, it could be a fun way to wind down," he smiles.

"Ok, I'll ask Quinn and Tina if they want to join."

"Cool. I guess I'll see you tomorrow," he says as he places a strand of hair behind her ear. He smiles at her blush and makes his way to his truck.

It feels like Mercedes was standing there forever instead of just minutes and slowly makes her way to her car and drives home.

"I'm home," she yells as she makes her way inside her apartment.

"Where have you been? I've been waiting on your fat ass to hurry up so I can get some dinner. Just because you have a job doesn't mean you ain't supposed to cook me some damn dinner," he yells at her.

"I had a great day Shane thanks for asking," she says sarcastically.

"Don't get smart with me Mercedes. Hurry up so I can eat!" he says as he storms out of the room.

"Ok Shane," she replies tiredly as she makes her way to the kitchen. She starts dinner and is halfway done with the casserole when Shane storms back into the kitchen.

"Are almost done? Damn, bitch your taking your slow ass time to cook this dinner," Shane says darkly.

"Look Shane," she says as she slams down the plate she was holding, "Today has been a long day and the oven is still broken in the kitchen at the bakery and I really don't need to come home to have someone yelling at me!" she yells. The next moment will forever be the lowest moment in her life.

He hits her.

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