A/N: I know I'm not your favorite person right now, but I didn't forget about the story, I tried to but I think you guys are thinking about it too much that I can't sleep at night. So anyway, FYI, I stopped watching both shows already but so its going to be everything by me. Really, who would take Matt away and get away with it? And please, Finn and Rachel dancing around each other is irritating more than it is entertaining. ENJOY!

Disclaimer: Don't know anything, because if I did, Rachel and Puck is sucking the sanity off each other. And Puck would be shirtless the every episode. Capiche?

Chapter 4

Of concussions and selfish plans.

There was a soft knock on Chad's dressing room door.

"Who is it?" he said,

"It's Sonny,"

"Come in,"

"Ra…chel, am I disturbing something? I think I'm gonna go," she said pointing to the door.

"Don't worry, Cherry sleeps like a log," confirmed Chad.

"I see that," said Sonny, a lot more venom in her voice as anticipated.

"What do you need her for anyway?"

"Mr. Schue said they'll be going to their hotel already," Chad playfully tapped Rachel's nose while muttering. "Silly you, you didn't tell them, Cherry?" whilst shaking his head in a mock disapproval.

"I think Rachel forgot to tell them that she'll be staying with me," Chad said endearingly.

"Won't your mom be mad?" said Sonny.

"She'll be madder if I don't bring Rachel home," he deadpanned. Rachel cuddled closer to Chad, hugging him on the waist. Sonny felt little, she felt out of place.

"Oh, okay, I'll tell them that, I think they'll be annoyed for waiting though" she mumbled.

Turns out, she was met by 'awws' from the Gleeks, even a "What were we thinking? Of course she's visiting here too!" from Mr. Schue. She noticed though, that the Mohawked boy, she learned is Noah/Puck, had this icy expression on his face.

"Uhh, Mr. Schue, you go ahead I forgot to tell Rachel something,"

"Are you sure it can't wait?" said the curly-haired teacher.

"It can, I can't" said Puck.

"But how are you going to the hotel?" said Mike Chang, his new best-friend, seriously, you think Finn and him will remain best-friends after everything, Quinn and all? Oh yeah, not.

"I'm sure I'll be fine bro, Grady and Nico here will help, won't you buddies?" The two nodded, in fact, yes, Puck made friends with the two teens.

"Alright then, everyone set? Let's go!" shouted Mr. Schue.

The second the group was gone,

"Sonny, right?" Puck asked the brunette,

"Uhh, yes, Noah, right?"

"No, that's Puck for you," he said, a little too rude.

"I'm sorry, but can you tell where Chad's dressing room is?" Sonny's instinct kicked in, because come on… this guy has the hots for Rachel. It was evident that his face darkened a little and he looked like he could kill when Chad and Rachel were within a meter close.

"I don't think that's a very good idea," she said.

"I think that's for me to decide," he raised a brow.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," she said as she led him to Chad's dressing room.

"Suit yourself," she took a step back as Puck held the doorknob and slowly opened the room. The moment he got a good look on the situation he wished the grounds would open up and swallowChad whole.

There was Rachel and Chad, sleeping on the couch. It's pretty much petty for someone else, but to him, seeing Rachel wrapped in the limbs of blondie,Puck pretty much wants to beat the crap out of him for touching his girl. His. He liked the sound of that, and he's pretty sure if that were true he'd be thanking God every waking moment of his life and swear a life of being a good (and hot) Jew.

Sonny feared for her life. The moment No-Puck opened the door, she swears her life flashed before her eyes. The menacing look on his face was disturbingly romantic given the reason behind it. Nonetheless, he was seething.

Puck groaned as he turned around and walked away, without a mere glance at the other brunette who led him to the room. He managed to navigate his way to the deserted cafeteria, despite the pounding on his chest as though there's a rave party going on.

He sat on one of the seats then banged his head on the table. After a moment of constant head on steel, he felt a headache coming on.

Then he drifted to sleep. Right there at the cafeteria, heartbroken yet numb.

Sonny looked at her watch. 7:30pm. The Randoms were still brainstorming for a new sketch.

So far they came up with nothing.

"Who wants some fro-yo?" Sonny asked. Everyone raised their hand.

"Okay then, maybe when you get some Fro-yo on your system, you'd be able to come up with something,"

When she reached the cafeteria, she saw someone sleeping there, but if it weren't for the soft snoring she'd think the person is dead. It's barely moving. Then she realized it was Puck, and it made some sort of sense to her. Sort of.

"Puck?" she poked his arm.

No movement.

"Puck?" she shouted.

Surprised, Puck stood up and posed in a defense-karate-mode. Sonny was about to laugh outrageously but when Puck wobbled and fell on the floor clutching his forehead for dear life, Sonny was nowhere near laughing.

"I'm okay, just dizzy,"

"What is that…thing on your forehead?"

"S'nothing, I just banged my head on the table one too many times, that's why I have whatever it is you see there,"

"Riiiight,"

"I'm okay Munroe,"

"Do you have this weird disease in which you find comfort in calling people by their last names? Huh? Noah?" Sonny said in an annoyed tone.

"Then again, that's Puck for you,"

"Why? I'm brunette too, and I can sing and dance and has the same boob amount as Rachel has, and-" she was cut off by an annoyed Puck.

"Why? Can you hit the high b? Do you dance ballet? Is Broadway your thing? Do you wish to win a Tony? Have you won your first dance competition at the 3 months old? Or better yet, have you won any? On the boob thing, I don't know, I haven't felt yours or hers for that matter," he finished.

There was an eerie pause.

"Why can't Chad be a little that romantic?" she said as she heaved a sigh.

"Probably because he's a douche," he deadpanned.

"At least he doesn't bang his head on a table," she smirked.

"Touché, Munroe, touché,"

"I try, and I'm from what I've gathered you are the fourth end of this love square," Sonny said, sighing.

"What exactly is it that you've gathered?"

"The fact that you have an alarming sized wound on your head and that my life flashed before my eyes when you saw them," she said and he merely smirked.

"Why did we end up loving two of the most oblivious people in this world?" Sonny exclaimed when Puck made no other move to answer.

"Yeah…" his eyes widened at what he said.

"I don't love her, I just like her…a lot. A whole fucking lot" Sonny laughs.

"Oh you do, because if you didn't, you wouldn't have banged your forehead on this table, and you would be walking out that door the minute I tell you I have a plan,"

Instead, Puck leaned in and said,

"Continue,"

And so they did continue devising their plan, the other Randoms' fro-yo forgotten, for the next hour they just smoothed out alibis and other things they need. And hopes for the best.

Next chapter is better, promise!

xo, stars.