WASSUP!
Thank you to those of you who reviewed. I was shocked that everyone liked my version of Puck cause I was having a hard time to start with, so that was awesome to find out. So as a treat, he will be my main focus in this chapter. Hope I did him justice!
And don't anybody worry. Shane will get kicked to the curb in the most epic of ways...but alas I'm an angst whore. But soon my pretties…VERY SOON!
I don't own Glee, but if I did I would put whip cream and all of the Glee guys with Mercedes in a room and tell them to have at it. Well minus the new guys and Sam, cause really? Sam's swerve game is all the way turned off. Also, Mark Salling would be made to wear aviators everywhere he goes….EVERYWHERE!
Warnings: language yet again.
ENJOYxp
"Puck, man what are you doing in there? We're about to be late and you know my girlfriend doesn't like it when I'm late," Finn whines through Puck's bedroom door.
"Step back, untwist your tighty whities and chill the fuck out Hudson. You can't rush perfection! And besides who the hell says that there is a time when you have to arrive at a bar? You get there when you fucking get there," Puck replies as he splashes on his Kenneth Cole Vintage Black cologne and exits his bedroom.
"Dude is that what you're wearing, really?" Puck says when he first laid his eyes on Finn.
"What…what's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Finn glances down at himself confused.
"Nothing, if you were looking for the sixteen year old look. What the hell is up with the striped shirt? And those pants dude, really? Go back in your room and change outta that!" Puck exclaims.
"There 's nothing wrong with the way I'm dressed. My girlfriend likes the way I look," Finn smiles goofily.
"Fuck your girlfriend! I refuse to leave this house with the likes of you while you look like that! Let's see if we can find you something else to wear, cause right now you look like a hot ass mess," Puck makes his way into Finn's room and to his closet full of retarded looking clothes to see if he can at least make Finn look somewhat decent. "Why do you have so many striped shirts Finn?" Puck yells at Finn.
"Dude, I like those shirts."
He finds a light blue button up shirt and some dark jeans and tosses them to Finn.
"Ughh ok dumbass, see what I got on. Look closely at the fucking message I'm trying to send here," Puck steps back to allow Finn to see what he is wearing.
Finn takes a second to actually look at what Puck is wearing. He squints his eyes as he takes in the dark navy blue button he has on with the sleeves rolled up above his elbows, paired with a pair of fitted black jeans. He finished the look with dark brown leather oxfords and his Michael Kors watch. Finn's eyes widen in appreciation.
"Wow! You don't look half bad," Finn shouts.
"I don't look half bad? I look sexy as hell right now, asshole, I bet you I could have your girl panting in the time it takes your brain to finish a simple thought," Puck says smugly. "Now hurry up and get dressed so that we can go. Weren't you the one whining about being late? Hurry your ass up! Wouldn't want your precious girlfriend to cut you dick off. She seems like the type," Puck laughs.
"See that's exactly why you haven't met her yet!" Finn yells as he runs in the direction of his room and almost runs into the wall.
"Whatever, man," Puck says quietly. While waiting on Finn's slow ass, he thinks about what has happened in the past day in a half.
Puck slowly pulls up in front of Cupcake Dreams and parks his truck. While he grabs his toolbox from the bed of the truck he thinks about his first meeting with the beautiful Mercedes Jones. Besides the fact that the woman was a piping 5'2 chocolate goddess oozing sensuality in every step she took, there was something about her that just seemed different to Puck. It kind of makes him want to find out more.
When their eyes meet, those big brown doe like eyes make something jolt inside of him. Puck watches as her face flushes.
"Who are you and how long have you been standing there?" she says hotly, putting her hand on her hip. 'Damn look at them HIPS! I just want to take a bite outta those thighs!'
"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. 'Hopefully she doesn't notice that I'm hard enough to pound nails right now.' Puck catches her staring at his mouth and smirks knowingly. She comes around the table and holds out her hand for him to shake. Puck takes her small hand in his and feels a spark shoot up his arm.
"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. He slowly lets her hand fall by her waist and sees that her eyes have darkened.
"Well I'm gonna get back to work. Hope to see you around," he says as he swaggers back around the corner. He feels her eyes watching him as he finally gets to his side of the kitchen. He takes a second to cool off and readjust himself.
And that's all that had been on his mind for the rest of the damn day. Mercedes Jones. Her big doe eyes and those thick juicy legs made to be wrapped around his waist. When he asked her out for dinner and she told him she had a boyfriend, he wasn't worried. He saw the look in her eye every time she looked at him. She wanted on the Puckerman machine and it was only a matter of time. He even noticed the look that she had in her eyes when she said that she had a boyfriend. She looked sad or some shit. So he suggested that she bring her friends and he'll bring his and maybe he'll get more time with her. He doesn't know why he's putting forth so much effort into this. But what-the-fuck-ever.
But this morning was a complete one eighty. Mercedes actively sought out to avoid him all day and whenever he tried to talk to her, she wouldn't look him in the eye. Like what the hell was that? To add on to the shit-tastic day, he still couldn't get that damn oven fixed and it always felt like he was sweating his balls off in that side of the kitchen. Air conditioner= just another thing that he has to fix. But that's alright with him if that means more money and more time with that Godiva goddess.
"Hello…Puck…PUCK!"
"WHAT!" he yells.
"Dude, were you listening to me? I'm ready," Finn looks at him curiously.
"Yea I was trying to erase the ugly image of that mess you called an outfit out of my head. But with my assistance I totally made you look semi presentable," Puck smirks.
"Shut the hell up man and let's go," Puck laughs as he quickly grabs his aviators.
Pour up, drank, head shot, drank
Sit down, drank, stand up, drank
Pass out, drank, wake up drank
Faded, drank, faded, drank
Puck makes his way through Mood Lounge with Finn trailing behind him. He finds the table with all of their friends sitting and makes his way over. Puck's eyes make their way around the group and finally lands on Mercedes and his mouth waters. She was wearing the tightest pair of black skinny jeans that molded to her skin, and a black corset that had those beautiful mounds perfectly displayed like an offering. Her hair was wavy and that red lipstick looked like it would make a perfect ring around his dick. She sees him staring and shifts her eyes to the ground. He felt himself staring for so long that he doesn't notice Finn go up and give Quinn a kiss. To say he was shocked would be a fucking understatement.
"Finn, DUDE! Why in the hell did you not tell me that your girlfriend was Quinn?" Puck exclaims.
"Wait, you two know each other?" Finn yells confusedly over the music as he glances between Puck and Quinn.
"He is the repair man that was hired to fix the oven in the kitchen that I was telling you about," Quinn says soothingly as the takes his hand guides him to sit next to her in the booth. Everybody sits down and introductions are made.
"So," Quinn says, "Finn, the disgustingly cute couple over here is Tina and her husband Mike and you've met Mercedes already of course. And the Latina and the perky blonde next to me are Santana and her fiancée Brittany."
"Well, I'm Puck and this one over here is my friend Artie and his girlfriend Sugar," Puck says while staring at Mercedes, who has yet to say anything. "So Mercedes, how are we doing today? I just have to say that you look amazing right now," he smirks, looking her up and down.
"Thanks," she whispers. They gaze at each other for a second longer than necessary. Everyone was curiously watching the exchange between the two.
"Wanky," Santana smirks while looking between the two. "The sexual tension I'm feeling over here is even making my lady loins tingle. And Puck? What the hell kind of name is that?" Mercedes glares at Santana.
"It's a nickname, every heard of one?"
"Oh, feisty. Santana likes," she smirks.
"Leave him alone, Santana. And there isn't any sexual tension between us. I employ Noah and that's it. Besides, I have Shane," Mercedes says.
"Noah? Is that your real name? Why does Cedes get to call you Noah and the rest of us have to call you Puck?" Brittany pouts.
Puck can't think of anything to say. This chick might be pretty but she looks like she's one short of having a six pack. 'Not that I'm gonna tell her that. Santana looks like the type of person to torture you slowly, and enjoy it the entire time.'
"Shane? And where in the hell is he anyways?" Tina asks, trying to defuse the awkward situation.
"He had a team meeting so that they can get ready for the game that's coming up," Mercedes explains.
"Yeah well let's get off the subject of that tub of lard please. My night will officially be ruined if we keep talking about him," Santana remarks.
Brittany gives Santana a look. "Be nice. Come with me to the bar to get some drinks. Lord Tubbington wants to know about the different kinds of drinks here. I secretly think he's becoming an alcoholic."
The couple leaves to go to the bar just as the music changes.
"THIS IS MY JAM!" Artie yells as he takes Sugar out to the dance floor.
"Let's dance Finn," Quinn says as she tries to pull Finn out of the booth.
"Quinn, you know I can't dance," Finn whines
"Well, try," she laughs as she finally convinces him to dance with her.
That left Puck and Mercedes at the table by themselves.
"Come dance with me," Puck says quietly.
"I don't think that would be appropriate," Mercedes says while glancing up at him.
'God those eyes are killing me' "Come on, just a little dance between friends. No harm done," he smirks. He sees that he's slowly convincing her.
"Ok, just this one song. Only because this is my jam too," she smiles brightly.
'Hells yea!' Puck grabs her hand and leads her out on the dance floor
[Kelly Rowland]
I'll be representing, representing
I'll be representing, representing
'Well damn, if I thought I was in trouble before, I sure as hell must be in some deep shit right now.' Puck doesn't know what happened, but he is thanking Jesus, Buddha and Confucius cause DAMN it's like Mercedes unleashed her inner vixen. At first she wasn't dancing close to him at all. And he sure as hell wasn't having that.
I'm so attracted, to the way you carry yourself
and you keep you composure
You a lady in the street
But behind closed doors you're a fucking soldier
He slid up behind her and placed his hands on her hips. He could hear her breathe catch, surprised at his close proximity. He pulls her flush against him and places his face in her neck, breathing in her citric sent. She starts to get really into it when he starts to whisper the lyrics in her ear.
A brother would never know
That's how you like it ha
But that booty pack a mean punch
And I'ma spike it, huh?
He feels her shiver and she wraps her arm around the back of his neck and grinds against his groin. 'Spike it sure as hell sounds about right. Where has this confident woman been at?' Mercedes dips down then slowly slithers her way back up his body and he releases a small groan. His hands tighten on her waste and slowly slide up and down, feeling her ample curves. Suddenly, as soon as it began, the song ends and she pulls away from him. Mercedes turns around and gives him a small smile as she makes her way back to the booth. Puck is left standing there wondering what in the hell just happened.
'Shit, I guess it's time to go to the bathroom to rub one out.'
Whew:P Hope ya'll liked this one cause I stayed up doing this just for yall. Please Review!
P.S Somebody suggest that I add Sam into the story..I never even thought of that sooooo tell me what you guys think:)