This is my second update in one day, so don't forget to read the previous chapter! (Otherwise this probably will make a lot less sense...)

On Friday night, Rachel Berry hosted her first ever sleepover. Her fathers had gone away for the weekend, but had been generous enough to leave money for pizza and ice cream and anything else that they would need. Rachel was a little nervous about having friends over, because honestly, other than when parents had forced her children to visit in elementary school, she had never really had visitors. However, as soon as she opened the front door to a ridiculously excited Quinn in addition to Tina and Mercedes, she knew this would be a fun evening. They painted fingernails and toenails, engaged in some pillow fighting, watched movies, and made futile attempts to give each other new hairstyles. Rachel was amused to discover that actual sleepovers were quite similar to those depicted on television and film. However, a quick check of her phone by Quinn led to a change to the usual content of girls' night.

"Rachel, Finn just sent me a text that the guys are really bored and wondering if they can come over to hang out for a little bit."

Rachel wasn't so sure about this idea. Her fathers were pretty lenient, but it felt wrong to invite a bunch of high school guys over to an all-girl sleepover without their permission. But, she didn't want to ruin the fun, so she told Quinn that it would be fine.

The doorbell rang about 15 minutes later and Rachel opened it to a grinning Finn and the voices of Matt and Mike thanking her for having them over. Then, Puck walked through the door. Rachel immediately blushed…she knew Finn would bring Matt and Mike since they were fellow Glee members, but how could she have not considered that Puck would be one of the friends that Finn was bringing? What had begun as such a promising night had suddenly become quite awkward. She had been in such a haze after their kiss that she couldn't even remember getting from the locker room to her car. She knew that he had only kissed for the reason he gave, and probably also to mess with her head, but the kiss affected her far more than it should have. Based on that kiss, she could totally understand why that woman with Puck the other day was enjoying herself so much. She realized that she was staring at Puck and he had definitely noticed because he winked at her salaciously. It's like he knew that she was thinking about him a sexual context. Even when he's not doing anything, he's simply insufferable!

Rachel immediately re-entered hostess mode…she was nothing if not polite. After taking snack and drink requests, she headed to the kitchen. She could detect from there that the boys had found her karaoke system and were in the process of setting it up. She chuckled as she re-entered the living room to the beginning notes of a familiar song. Mike and Matt were serenading the girls (and Finn) with "You've Lost That Loving Feeling." Puck was nowhere to be found, but Rachel figured he'd either left or was using the bathroom. She decided to run upstairs quickly to find her camera. The scene in front of her was priceless and she definitely wanted it captured on film. As she pushed the ajar door to her bedroom open, she was surprised to find Puck wandering around her room.

"Puck! You scared me to death. Um, what are you doing in my room?"

"Just looking for your diary, Berry."

"Well, I don't keep a diary. But why would you be looking for one anyway?"

"Figured it would be good reading…someone as outwardly innocent as you are probably writes dirty things in secret. But since you don't have a diary, I guess you just think them instead."

"I'll have you know that my thoughts are quite innocent, unlike yours which are probably as pure as the driven snow."

"Damn right." As Puck walked past Rachel's desk, he couldn't help but notice a telltale crumpled piece of paper peeking out of her history textbook.

"Aw, you kept my artwork! I'm touched. Tell me, how accurate is my depiction?"

"Ugh, you are such a reprehensible pig. The reason I kept this offensive picture you drew of me is because I certainly couldn't dispose of it at school where someone could find it."

Puck made an indistinct grunt in response as he plopped down on Rachel's bed.

Rachel was confused. It seemed that he wasn't ready to leave her room, but he wasn't talking either. She assumed he was thinking of his next inappropriate comment, so she decided to distract him with a different conversation.

"Did it hurt?"

"What? When I fell from heaven?"

"No, the tattoo. I'm just wondering if it hurt to get it because I've considered getting a modest tattoo on my ankle when I'm of legal age."

"Of course it didn't hurt me…I'm a badass. But getting one would probably be painful for you."

"Okay…"

Puck suddenly rose from the bed and approached her with a glint in his eye. Rachel automatically backed up a few steps.

"Tell me, Berry, how do you know I have a tattoo? Because I only got it two weeks ago and I just don't know when you would have seen it…"

Rachel got a look on her face that Puck could only describe as 'busted'. Unfortunately, when she asked the question, she hadn't considered exactly when it was that she learned Puck had a tattoo. However, Puck certainly remembered when it was that she saw his tattoo.

For one of the few times in her life, Rachel stumbled across her words. "Oh, um, well, I saw it when…I saw your back when….damnit, you know exactly when I saw your tattoo, Puck!"

"Ooh, watch the cursing little Miss Berry."

"You just love torturing me, don't you? I appreciate the recent stop to the slushie showers, but there is no need to replace them with verbal harassment."

"I'd love doing a lot of things to you", Puck immediately responded. Then he added, "Sorry, but you left it wide open there."

Then he smiled at her…and it was the type of smile that made her pity poor Mrs. Puckerman because it must have been hard to punish a child with a smile like that.

"Well, I think we should head back downstairs. Your teammates are regaling us with their singing abilities."

Puck agreed and they headed down the stairs.

"You know, Berry, I wish I had known this was a pajama party. I could have come dressed in what I wear to bed."

Oh, do you have nice pajamas?

Puck smirked. "I sleep in the nude, Berry."

It was then that Rachel realized that she should get used to blushing if she was going to spend this much time around Puck.