HELLO LOVELIES!
So my birthday is coming up (DEC. 6 WHICH IS TOMORROW! 21 WOOT WOOT!), so my birthday gift to myself and to you guys who are with me on this crazy ride is what you have all been waiting for….
SHANE GETTING THAT ASSED WHOOPED! I think sometimes I forget that I'm writing this and I'm with yall..In my mind I'm like 'why is this loser still here! He's a pain in my butt!' Then I remember that I'm writing this hahaha. So I'm tired of him and his presence so he gotta go! So thanks to those of you who reviewed and favorited my story..yall are what motivate me to keep the story going…So I hope yall enjoy (can you tell where I'm from..I never noticed how many times I say yall until I go back and read my notes haha)
The italicized part at the beginning is a flashback. Anything after that is an inner thought
I don't own Glee but if I did, on Mercedes' birthday she would get a huge birthday cake with Puck sitting inside…wearing only a bowtie;P
ENJOYXP
He's on a bed with sheets that feel like clouds. Puck is so fucking comfortable, but he knows that his alarm clock is going to go off soon, telling him that he needs to get up and get ready to go to the bakery. Ugh, that fucking oven is taking forever to fix too. But whatever; they don't call him the Puckerman machine for nothing. He's gonna fix the shit outta that stupid oven. Maybe fixing that oven will make Mercedes smile again. And that's all Puck wants—to make her smile. She always looks depressed as hell and she ran off yesterday like someone lit a fire under her ass. It is a beautiful ass though. Hmm hmm. That ass is made for slapping. But Puck's a little confused because he's always been the hit it and quit it type. He doesn't do all of this feelings shit. Puck was so absorbed in his own little world that he didn't even notice the dip in the bed. The smell of citrus enters his senses and he immediately realizes who is there. Her thick milky thighs straddle his waist and she runs her small hands up his chest. Sparks shoot up his spine. Her nails scraping along his pecs raise goose-bumps and when one downward swipe rakes along his nipple, his body shudders. Puck opens his eyes slowly and sees that she's wearing a sexy sheer red camisole with a matching thong that makes her skin glow. Her erect nipples peek through and his mouth waters. Puck reaches up to run his fingers through her silky black hair, watching as it falls through his fingers. She leans down, placing small feather light kisses up his neck and down his chest. When she reaches close to the area that was screaming for attention, she moves back up again. All of these sensations make him release a low groan. He runs his hands down her back to her ample backside. The slight squeeze Puck gives causes her to let out a husky moan that goes straight to his cock. Puck is about to bust one…which is crazy as fuck seeing as he's never had a problem with arriving early. Nah dude, leave it to Finn to do that type of shit. She nibbles on his ear and begins to whisper something, but he can't really tell what she's saying.
"Noah….Noah," she whispers.
He loves it when she says his name. It has the ability to make his eyes roll into the back of his head and leave his mouth watering. He doesn't know why he allows her to use his name. Puck only allows his Ma and sister to call him that. But when he first heard her sing, he made the quick decision to introduce himself as 'Noah' instead of 'Puck'. All for the opportunity to hear his name on her plump lips. He can feel her body slowly lowering itself and his excitement rises….
Puck's alarm goes off, jolting him from his slumber. 'Damn! I was so fucking close to feeling them lips on my dick! Stupid alarm!' He almost chucks the thing in his frustration, but doesn't feel like going to the store to buy another one so he decides against it. Puck knows that he has two options: Rub one out and be late therefore incurring the wrath of one Mercedes Jones (and now that he has seen her anger, he really doesn't want that directed at him), or braving the cold shower. FUCK! Cold shower it is. He quickly gets prepared for the day. Puck walks into the kitchen and looks into the fridge for any sign of breakfast. What he sees carves a hole into his soul.
"Finn! You better take your dumb ass to the store TODAY and buy groceries! We can't keep buying shit just to have you eating it all! And why in the hell did you eat all of my Cheerios? You know I need those man!" What? Cheerios are good for you. He's man enough to say that he eats them shit.
Finn stumbles out of his room, just waking up from sleep.
"Yea sorry man I was hungry last night and it was the only thing left. I'll go to the store and get some stuff," he says while rubbing sleep from his eyes.
"As long as you don't get whatever it is Quinn makes you eat whenever you're together. If I wanted leaves and shrubs, I would go outside in the front of the apartment for that shit. I am a man, I need MEAT," Puck exclaims.
"Whatever, dude. Go to work. And hurry up we wouldn't want to make your girlfriend mad. She is kind of scary," Finn shivers.
"Shut the fuck up man. She's not my girlfriend." Puck decides that that was his cue to leave before he punched Finn's lights out for being annoying. Quinn would have his balls for that. That wasn't gonna fly with him.
He pulls up to Cupcake Dreams and gathers his tool box. He ordered a new part, so hopefully this shit will work. If not he's gonna take the oven and beat it with one of those chairs sitting outside. Puck enters the shop and greets Tina and Quinn.
"Hello ladies," he nods at the two.
"Hi," they say at the same time.
"Are you almost done with the oven Noah?" Rachel asks as she enters the front of the bakery. Puck raises his eyebrow at her.
"Geez, Rachel can the man get a hello before you bombard him questions about his job?" Quinn reprimands.
"Oh, excuse my manners. How are you Noah?"
"I'm good Rachel, how are you?" he asks amused.
"I'm absolutely wonderful Noah thank you for asking. So will you be finished with the oven soon?" she asks with a blinding smile.
"Really, Rachel?" Tina asks incredulously.
"What? That oven plays a pivotal role in the production of decadent deserts here at Cupcake Dreams and that oven needs to be up and running as soon as possible. I'm only asking for the benefit of the bakery."
"I appreciate the concern Rachel," Puck smiles sweetly, "But I have a new part here in my box and I believe it will solve all of the problems."
"Oh, well isn't that wonderful Noah," Rachel says excitingly, "Well don't let us hold you up from your work." She turns around and briskly walks back to her office.
Puck's 'WTF' look has the other women laughing.
"Oh my gosh! The look on your face is priceless!" Tina says as she wipes her eyes.
"She doesn't write my check so she needs to step all the way back and into the cave she lives in."
"Don't worry about her, we as well as Cedes know that you'll get the job done, or you wouldn't have been hired for the job," Quinn says just as customers start to come in.
"Thanks," Puck winks, "Well I'm gonna go on back and get started."
'Who in the fuck told this crazy chick that she could call me by my first name? Bitch must have lost her damn mind!' Puck, not looking where he was going, runs into someone and drops his toolbox and nearly misses his foot. He's thankful for all of the times that he's went to temple because that would have hurt like a bitch. His luck is short lived as Puck feels a cloud of flour envelop him and Mercedes, the sound of a metal bowl being the only thing heard between the two. Their eyes lock and suddenly he hears a light giggle.
"Are you laughing right now? This isn't funny," he says as her laughter grows louder. "Stop laughing," Puck chuckles as his own laughter is released. He finally joins in and eventually they calm themselves down.
"I'm sorry for running into you. I just ran into your crazy secretary and I wasn't paying attention to where I was going," he says sheepishly.
"It's ok….it happens to the best of us," Mercedes replies cheekily. "Come on, let's get cleaned up." She grabs his arm to lead him to the kitchen sink. Mercedes grabs a washcloth and wets it. She rings it out and begins to gently wipe the flour off of Puck's face and scalp. He closes his eyes at the gentle ministrations, a feeling of calm and ease enveloping him.
"There, all better," she whispers, looking up at him through her lashes.
"Your turn," he says quietly, not wanting to break the spell that they were in. He runs the wash cloth under the cool water and rings it out. Puck takes the wash cloth and proceeds to run it along the side of her face and neck. He feels her shiver but doesn't comment on it. Once Puck is done with the right side of her face, he turns his attention to the other side. He runs the wash cloth along her forehead and slowly brings his hand down to her cheek. Puck feels her flinch and freezes.
"Mercedes are you gonna tell me what happened?" Puck asks curiously.
"Nothing, Noah. I fell," she whispers. He places his finger under her chin, willing her to look at him.
"Look at me Mercedes," he pleads.
She slowly raises those big doe eyes that he always gets lost in. They gaze at each other for so long that neither one notices Quinn walk in.
"Hey Mercedes we just ran out of Red Velvet up front….oh, I'm sorry was I interrupting something," she says as she lays eyes on the scene in front of her. They jump apart sputtering excuses.
"No, of course not," Mercedes laughs nervously, "I dropped a bowl of flour and it kind of got everywhere and we were helping each other clean off," she rambles.
"Uh huh, ok. So how about those cupcakes?" she throws a knowing smirk in Puck's direction.
"Oh yea let me go and get those for you," she turns to Puck, "Thanks for helping me clean up," Mercedes turns around and makes her way to the other side of the kitchen.
"So, what do we have here Puck? You catching feelings for our girl?" Quinn asks as she approaches closer.
"What? I don't know what you're talking about." The last thing he needs is for people to be meddling in his business, especially when they happen to be friends with the woman he can't get his mind off of.
"No need to worry Puck. I'm a very perceptive person," she smiles, "If you ask me I think the feelings are mutual."
"How do you know that? And who said anything about feelings?"
"I've known Mercedes for most of my life, so trust me when I say that she does have feelings for you," Quinn says encouragingly.
Puck rolls his eyes. "Whatever. Look she has a boyfriend and I'm gonna respect that." Since when did he ever do that? It used to not matter to Puck whether the chick he was sleeping with had a boyfriend or not. And he hasn't even slept with Mercedes yet!
"I know she's not happy with Shane. He's an asshole and everyone knows it. We all don't even know why she's still with that jerk, but she won't listen to us. She's stubborn like that. I know she's keeping something from me. She's not a very good liar," Quinn chuckles. "Maybe you could find out because she obviously trusts you."
"Mercedes doesn't even know me so I doubt she'll even want to tell me anything."
"Have faith Puck. You never know what might happen," Quinn smiles as she exits the kitchen.
Puck pushes the conversation out of his mind as he makes his way over to the oven. 'Ok, spawn of Satan. Your gonna cooperate today aren't ya?' He pulls out his tools and gets started with his work.
Three hours and many cuss words later, he thinks he's finally gotten this stupid thing fixed. He does something he hasn't done in a long time. He prays as he pushes the power button. Puck lets out a whoop in triumph, turns the power off and makes his way over to the other side of the kitchen. He looks for Mercedes and doesn't find her. So he makes his way to the office and stands outside, poised with his hand in a fist and ready to knock on the door. He pauses as he hears what sounds like Mercedes on the phone. It sounds like she's frustrated with whoever is on the other line.
"No Shane I can't come out to lunch with you….I'm busy that's why...sorry, just go to dinner with your agent or something and I'll see you at the apartment. I gotta go, bye!"
Puck hears her slam the phone down, waits for another second, then lightly knocks. He waits for a minute and Mercedes finally opens the door.
"What, Puck?," Mercedes asks frustratingly.
"Umm, I wanted to show you something," Puck scratches the back of his head.
"Well can it wait? I still need to work up the layout of Santana and Brittany's cupcake tower for their wedding."
"No it's important you'll like this I promise," Puck smiles. He leads her into the kitchen and when they get closer to the kitchen, he tells her to close her eyes.
"Huh? Are you crazy boy?" She asks warily. Puck walks closer to her until their fronts are almost flushed.
"Do you trust me?" Puck quietly says as he gazes into her eyes.
Mercedes shrugs her shoulders, but closes her eyes nonetheless. This makes Puck grin widely. He runs quickly to the oven.
"Noah, what are you doing I told you that I'm busy right now…" She trails off as she hears the sounds of the oven coming to life. Mercedes opens her eyes slowly makes her way to the oven with a look of awe.
"Seriously! Noah your amazing!" She says excitingly and proceeds to jump into his arms. Puck was happy that he was prepared. What he wasn't prepared for was the actual feel of her body in his arms. This paled in comparison to what his dreams had conjured up. She was warm and curvy in all the right places. He feels her wrap her arms around his neck and he proceeds to wrap his around her waist. They stand there for a long time, basking in the feel of each other. Puck pulls back and pushes a strand of hair behind her ear. They gaze into each other's eyes and begin to lean closer…
"What in the HELL is going on!"
They break apart suddenly and Puck is beginning to get agitated. 'What the fuck! This was the second time that they were interrupted. I was so close to getting up on those lips! Quinn is nice and all but she needs to find something to fucking do!' He looks in the direction of the entry way to the kitchen and notices this big ass dude standing there angry. Puck looks over to Mercedes and sees the shock on her face.
"Mercedes, who is that?" Puck asks.
"Who am I? I'm Mercedes' boyfriend? Who in the fuck are you?" Shane yells as he charges forward and gets into Puck's face.
"Shane stop!" Mercedes says as she pushes herself between the two. "He's the guy who came here to fix the oven," she explains.
"If his job is to fix the oven, then why in the hell is his scrawny white ass all over you?"
"Shane it's not what it looks like..."
"It definitely looks like something!" Shane starts to yell louder.
"Why don't you let the woman speak? Maybe if you be quiet for a second you'll hear her side of the story," Puck says calmly.
"Nobody asked you. So SHUT THE FUCK UP," Shane points at Puck, pushing against Mercedes and trying to get closer. Quinn and Tina run to the back and are shocked by the scene before them.
"What's with all of the yelling?" Tina exclaims.
"I think your yellow ass and the little prissy Barbie doll over there need to go back to the front," Shane yells. They both stand there shocked that he would say something like that.
"What in the hell did you just call them?" Mercedes yells. "That was uncalled for Shane! Instead of yelling and carrying on, why don't you just listen for once in your life..."
Just then Shane back hands her and she falls, hitting her head on the floor with a hard thud. Quinn and Tina both put hands over their mouths, shocked that Shane just hit Mercedes, and run over to help her.
Puck sees red and charges at Shane. He might be a big guy, but he seems slow as fuck, so Puck uses his speed to land a punch to his jaw. Shane lands on the floor and Puck jumps on top of him landing blows left and right. They begin rolling around on the floor each trying their hardest to incapacitate the other. Shane lands in a hit to Puck's side and Puck counteracts with a punch to the nose, effectively breaking it. Shane yells in agony and Puck rolls over and lifts himself off of the floor. He lands in kick after kick, the red haze never leaving and the image of Mercedes on the floor driving him on. He kicks and kicks and even when he starts to feel tired, he kicks some more. Shane lays there, trying to block most of the hits. Puck backs up seething.
"Come on you punk ass little bitch! Thinking you can hit women. GET THE FUCK UP!" Puck yells. Shane slowly rises up from the ground and wobbles from the pain. His face hardens and Shane charges forward. He lands in a punch to Puck's jaw, and he stumbles back a bit. Puck comes back into focus and knees Shane into the stomach and Shane falls again. Puck feels arms pull him back, but he continues to try to get in more kicks. Quinn comes in front of him and tries to calm him down, but he's still too angry to care.
"Puck! You have to calm down. Their gonna throw you in jail if you don't calm down NOW! Go over there and be with Mercedes! She needs you right now," She says sternly. He didn't even realize that the cops that were dragging Shane's bleeding sorry ass out in hand cuffs were the ones who pulled Puck off of him. They could all here Shane yelling all the way out of the store. "MERCEDES IS MY BITCH! SHE DOES WHAT I TELL HER TO! YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST COME IN AND STEAL HER FROM ME! I'LL FIND YOUR SORRY ASS!"
Puck comes out of his haze and his eyes wander over to the still form of Mercedes on the ground. He runs over and kneels down next to her.
"Mercedes, babe wake up," he caresses the side of her face, "Come on sweetheart you need to wake up," Puck pleads.
Just then EMT's enter the kitchen and place Mercedes on a stretcher. They proceed to take her outside to the ambulance and ask who was going to come with her to the hospital.
"Just go Puck," Quinn says soothingly, "Tina and I will meet up with you once we call everyone and tell them what happened."
"Thanks Quinn," Puck rubs her arm and enters the back of the ambulance to sit next to Mercedes. He grabs her hand and decides in that moment that it's gonna be his job to protect her from now on.
YAY GUYS! Hehe that was just for yall. Hoped you likey! Please Review:P