Title: New Experiences.
Rating: M for language (namely Puck's admittedly hot potty mouth) and themes of a sexual nature.
Pairing: PuckleBerry. Other pairings subject to change.
Spoilers: None. Set after Sectionals.
Summary: Follow Rachel Berry as her life taken an unexpected turn of events. Fed up of being known as the 'freaky obnoxious loser', Rachel's determined to change. So when she is offered an opportunity that will do exactly that, that she simply can't refuse.
Disclaimer: I acknowledge that I don't own Glee or none of its fabulous characters, or the songs used in this fic.
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Note:OK guys this is where it all starts changing and seeming very different to Spencer's work. But I can assure you that I haven't completley changed everything, I've added my own stuff and this chapter is my very own, all with Spencer's permission of course. As you can see in the previous chapter, I haven't really changed much from Spencer's work, but this chapter is definitely different. I've changed around a few things, threw in a couple of different characters and added a lot more of my own stuff. (All with Spencer's permission of course.) And the things in Spencer's chapters what she wrote may not show yet, but they will in later chapters. We've just mixed everything around to make it more fun! I now, drum roll please, have a beta! The lovely LynZann. So big shout out to her! :o) Also I've changed a few important things, in this fic the Glee kids are all Juniors and Rachel is no longer vegan. Please bare in mind that this is slightly AU and the characters will be slightly out of character. I've also added my own: Damien Berry. Will be introduced in later chapters. So this chapter isn't one my best, but hopefully it will tie you over until I finish the next chapter. Any way that's enough from me, unless LynZann has anything to add. Enjoy the fic. :)
Hey! Its LynZann! Just wanted to say I am super excited to be betaing this story, and I really hope you guys enjoy it! Its one of my faves out there right now! =D
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Chapter three.
Rachel smiled lightly as she drove to Santana's, still reeling from everything that had happened yesterday.
All she'd ever wanted to do was fit in and have someone to call a friend, to be slightly popular even. She clearly remembers her first day as a Sophomore, almost as if it were yesterday. She and her Dad's had spent the previous Summer in New York, and the whole time she had been talking about her new high school and how great it was going to be. She'd even brought tons of new designer clothes so she'd look her best. No matter what people say and how much they try to deny it, nice clothes make a good impression, especially if they're designer. And people are always quick to judge by someone's clothing attire.
Everything had been great, she'd met some great friends: Kristen and Nina. Boys were noticing her. Everything had been great as had the next two months, until one day whilst looking for her IPod in her tote bag, she had bumped into someone, and in the process their slushy had spilt all over her, soaking her. The boy looked ashamed until the hallway erupted into laughter. She had blushed and quickly headed home.
She'd later learn that the boy with the intense hazel eyes, would be Noah 'Puck' Puckerman.
The next day she had dressed and headed to school as normal, and everything seemed to be just that until she noticed Kristen and Nina rush off in the other direction when she headed towards them. She had been about to follow until all she could see was blue ice.
After that the slushying had pretty much become a tradition. Out went her favorite designer clothes, and in came the horrid skirts and sweaters.
And she had had to endure that for the rest of her high school days and then some, until yesterday. Two of her usual tormentors, though they hadn't really been mean to her in while, had approached her whilst she was venting some stress and offered her a proposition that she simply couldn't refuse. She'd be crazy not to. And wham just like that, everything was as she had originally planned.
Back before she moved to Lima, when she was living in Detroit, she had been a cheerleader in the middle school she had attended, and she had planned to join the squad in high school. Believe or not, back in her old high school she was actually popular despite just being a freshman. She hung with the Juniors and Seniors, the jocks and cheerleaders. Her older brother Damien, who was the year above her, was dating the head cheerleader and he was the wide receiver for the schools foot-ball team. And she had a guaranteed placement on the squad.
Life back in Detroit had been great, until her Dad's business had risen vastly and they'd had to pack up and move to Lima, Ohio. Unlike Damien, Rachel wasn't allowed to carry on attending Thomas Jefferson high school, and had been forced to re-enroll at William McKinley. It was then that her life seemed to royally fuck up.
But now? now she had achieved what she had originally wanted. Despite it happening Junior year, it had happened and that's all that mattered. Plus she had two great friends, best friends even. Santana and Brittany were great. And maybe she had been too quick to forgive them considering the torture they had put her through, namely Santana. But since being in Glee club, despite a few ridiculous nicknames, they had really laid off and by doing so, the rest of the school seemed to have. And they had apologized countless times and offered her many excuses that she really did understand. When you've had a taste at the top, you'd do anything to stay there.
But all that was in the past now; they had started fresh and it was going surprisingly well.
Rachel's smile widened as she pulled outside Santana's large home and sent the Latina a quick text to announce her presence. And when Santana open the front door and grinned brightly as she bounced down the pathway to Rachel's car, she knew that she'd had made the right choice.
"Hey B! Smokin' car," Santana said as she let out a whistle at Rachel's BMW Z4. "oh thank you for picking me up by the way, you are a life saver! I sort of totaled my car last week in a way to get back at my parents, and now it's at the garage waiting to get fixed. I've been riding with Brittany and her Mom all week, but God her little brother is such a brat! So yeah, thank you!" Santana rambled as Rachel peeled away.
"Morning San." Rachel giggled.
"What's funny? Do I have something on my face?" Santana asked as she quickly pulled out a compact mirror from her bag, frantically searching for an invisible flaw on her flawless face.
"No, you have nothing on your face. You just seem... in a really good mood?" Rachel said biting her lip to stop herself from giggling again.
"Oh har har, you had me panicking there! But no, strangely enough I'm a morning person, well that's until we get to practice and Coach is ridiculing my ass. Odd right? Oh I also had like 4 coffees before you came and picked me up, helps me be alert and prepared for Coach you know?" Santana laughed.
"That's because you're paranoid." Rachel laughed. "But yes it certainly is odd. Four San, really? Christ no wonder you're so peppy!" she grinned.
"Hey! Watch what you're saying Berry." Santana teased lightheartedly. "And believe me, you'll know why I need four when we get to practice."
The rest of the car ride was filled with joking and singing along to the radio. Both girls amazed by how comfortable and easy it was to be around each other so soon, but neither complaining. When they eventually reached the schools parking lot, Santana directed Rachel to her usual parking space and then the girls headed to the field for an early practice.
"I didn't know that the foot-ball team had practice the same time we did." Rachel said surprised to see the Glee jocks and others not far away.
"Oh yeah. Coach likes to do it so that they'd get distracted, then she gets to toy with Coach Tanaka. Part of her daily routine." Santana laughed.
"She is an odd one isn't she?" Rachel grinned lightheartedly, strangely enough she had come to respect the fearful Coach of McKinley.
"Berry. Lopez. Get your asses over here now and show these sloppy babies how cheerleading is done!" Sue's voice echoed.
Rachel and Santana looked towards each other, grinned then shrugged before jogging over.
"Hey Coach." Santana greeted with a brilliant smile on her face, a genuine one too. She actually respected Sue.
"Morning Miss S!" Rachel chirped just as enthusiastically, ignoring the gaping faces of the Cheerios.
"Ladies." Sue nodded in greeting much to the shock of the other Cheerios. "Now I need your help here, these pathetic excuses for human beings can't seem to do advance cheer leading. I want you to show 'em how it's done." Coach ordered. "Before I wring their orange-peel like necks!"
"Please, as if Berry the resident freak knows anything about cheer leading." A blonde Cheerio sneered.
"I'd watch what you're saying wannabe!" Santana's previous happy demeanor now gone, she was now channeling her HBIC.
"Listen-" Santana began again but Sue stopped her with a mysterious sparkle in her eyes.
"Stand back Lopez. Let's see how our new deputy captain will solve this problem." Sue left no room for arguing and Rachel momentarily panicked. She knew how to be a bitch, but was she ready for the step yet? Well here goes nothing... she thought nervously.
"Listen up blondie. You don't know a thing about me or what I am capable of doing. How about I show you?" Rachel said firmly hiding her awkwardness.
"Okay sure, entertain me." The unknown blonde clicked her tongue. "Front handspring step out." she called out with a smug grin.
Here goes nothing...
Rachel got into position and took of in a sprint before flipping her body and successfully completing the task. "Good enough?" she breathed out.
"Please, a pre-school kid is able to do that; I was just being soft. Round-off back handspring step out." she smirked smugly, clearly doubting Rachel was able to do so.
Rachel rolled her chocolate eyes and she once again got in position and completed her task. As if I'd fail "Anything else?" she asked confidently.
"Round-off back-handspring step out, full twisting layout." The blonde Cheerio gritted out in annoyance, obviously not pleased at being proved wrong.
"Are you still going soft on me?" Rachel asked with a smirk of her own, now feeling fully confident and rather smug. But never less, she rolled her eyes before once again getting into position then taking off in a sprint and completing the task, turning and flipping her body before landing firmly on both feet, not even a quiver.
"Have I proved myself to you yet, or do you need me to show that I am capable of more?" Rachel said, arching a perfect sculpted eyebrow.
"What ever. I don't want to waste another breath on you." Blondie sneered, her dislike obvious. Santana barked out a laugh and it appeared she was going to say something before Sue rested a hand on her shoulder, basically telling her to stand back and allow Rachel to continue. A test.. Rachel guessed.
"What's your name blondie? Or would you like me to remain referring to you as that, blondie?" Rachel asked, though it sounded more of a demand.
"The names Briana-Lynn, but you can call me Brinn." She replied with an eye roll, about to start conversation with the petite redhead sat next to her.
"OK Brinn. For disrespecting your deputy captain and insulting my intelligence, I want 15 laps round the field," Rachel smirked. "Now."
Brinn huffed in annoyance and looked at Santana and Sue who stood with smug smirks on their faces, almost scarily similar.
"You heard the girl. 15 laps, pronto." Santana ordered still smirking as Brinn took off in a sprint. "Well done B!" she laughed as she and Sue walked over to where Rachel was stood grinning brightly. I feel so powerful!
"Well done indeed. Anything else you'd like to add?" Sue prodded encouragingly, and Rachel nodded holding her hand out for Sue's megaphone.
"Oh, I think I'm going to like this." Sue grinned evilly as she handed Rachel the item. Santana nodding in agreement, her dark eyes curious.
"Briana I told you to run 15 laps, not to bend over and start stretching like a harlot in front of the foot-ball team. For that you can give me 20 laps, no arguments!" Rachel ordered, thriving in the power that was coursing through her veins. "And if any of you have anything else to say, then say it now. But be warned you'll be joining Brinn. I will not be disrespected by any of you, do I make myself clear?" she said, still through the megaphone.
The small group of females just nodded in agreement, some fearfully. "Good. Well let practice begin then!" Rachel chirped much happier handing Sue back her treasured megaphone with a triumph grin.
"Damn B, that shit was awesome. With the megaphone and embarrassing her and everything? HA, fucking A!" Santana barked in laughter.
"Oh God, what if they hate me now? They're going to think I'm a bossy bitch. I don't even know what came over me, I was just pumped up and then suddenly wham, and I'm shouting orders!" Rachel squeaked worriedly, panicking about later retaliation. Oh God, what have I done?
"Chill babe. So what if they hate you? At least they fear you, that's what matters. They hate me too, but I don't give two flying fucks what they think of me. The way I see it, I just have to put up with these losers for high school, am I ever going to see them after high school? Hell no. I enjoy cheerleading, and I enjoy being a bitch. It's a win-win for me." she grinned. "And for the record, you're a bossy bitch. But it's all good, so am I. It's better than being a pushover right?" Santana offered with a smile.
"Yes I suppose so." Rachel grinned. "I just can't believe how easy it was to order her around; I felt so powerful!" she gushed.
"Please the bitch deserved it. In case you haven't noticed, she's a Quinn wannabe. Hence the name Brinn, I mean seriously, what kind of gay ass name is that? Gag me!" Santana said in disdain. "And that my friend, is called your inner bitch. Channel it more, it's great." she winked.
"Hey B. Hey San. That was awesome Rachel, way hardcore!" Brittany called out as she headed over with Nicci who waved and nodded in agreement. Both brunettes giggled slightly at Brittany's choice of words before greeting the females.
The rest of practice breezed by and surprisingly went well, even Coach left them with a 'You still look like handicaps suffering from an epileptic fit, but it's better. Practice tomorrow!' before storming off leaving the girls panting on the bleachers, tired from their long practice. Coach had managed, unsurprisingly, to get the Cheerios out of class for the first half of the day, so lunch was beginning in about 25 minutes.
"I'm fucking starving!" Santana breathed out, her stomach growling as if to add more effect. Of course making the group of 4 giggle.
"Me too; I'd kill for a bacon roll with brown sauce right about now!" Rachel sighed as she gulped down the rest of her water.
"Cheese burger, mmm!" Brittany added as she closed her eyes and patted her stomach.
"Amen Britt, but fries too!" Nicci grinned widely. "Oh and a nice, cold cherry slushy!" she added quickly, her stomach also growling.
"Well we've got like what, 15 minutes left until lunch?" Santana asked and Rachel nodded in confirmation. "Well get your asses up then and lets hit the shower, then we can go get some much needed food!" she said as she bounced to her feet with a new found energy.
"Have you got a death wish?" Nicci said with wide eyes, her eyebrows up to her hairline. The site actually very comical.
"Yeah Sue would kill us if she knew we were pigging out." Brittany reminded with a pout. "Remember the last time she found out that we had 'indulged?', I still have nightmares." Brittany shuddered remembering the day she and Santana had to do Coach's laundry, under garments included. "All for a small doughnut!"
"Who says she needs to know? Let's go, let's go!" Santana ordered as the remaining three females jumped to their feet and followed after Santana, heading into the Cheerio locker room. All ignoring the whistles and shouts directed at them from the group of Jocks sat on the bleachers, their practice over too.
"Piss off!" Santana called over her shoulder, flipping the bird.
Once the girls had showered, re-dressed, styled their hair in its mandatory ponytail and applied some subtle make-up, they deemed themselves acceptable and followed after Santana as she led the way to the cafeteria.
The four girls sauntered through the now crowded hallway each with matching looks on their faces.
And unlike yesterday, Rachel felt confident today as she walked between Santana and Nicci arms linked, Brittany on Santana's left. Since practice, Rachel had a new found confidence. With her crisp uniform and neat high ponytail, Rachel felt more powerful than ever. She thrived off the looks of appreciation and respect that were being directed her way, and as the students unconsciously parted for the foursome as they walked. Life's great when you're on top. she thought with satisfaction.
Walking into the cafeteria, the girls headed to the food bar and grabbed their desired cravings before turning on their heels. Seeing Karofsky, Azimio, Jack, Matt and Mike waving them over, the four girls sauntered over and took a seat, greeting everyone and being welcomed in return. Noticing that Finn and Puck had opted to sit at this table today, also.
"Berry did you join the Cheerios just to give me blue balls?" Puck asked in an accusing tone from his seat across Rachel.
"Rachel." she replied automatically. "And wait, what?" she questioned confused.
"Briana, or Brinn, whatever, was about to show me her freaking ovaries before you went into bitch mode." he grunted as he slurped his slushy.
Rachel was about to snap at Puck and go on one of her usual rants when she looked around the table, filled with red, black and white. She couldn't do that no more, not if she wanted to fit in. Then suddenly something that Santana had said to her a short while ago rang in her head. ... called your inner bitch. Channel it more...
"Please Puckerman. You had and knocked up the real thing, why would you want Brinn?" Rachel said the name mockingly. "Isn't that like, I don't know, sleeping with the same girl twice? I thought you were a stud Puck, and could get any girl you wanted? If so then why would you want Brinn when she's the double of Quinn? Oh wait... your options haven't finally come to sense and shunned you have they?" Rachel said innocently, a taunting smile on her face.
And just like that, the whole table shook as everyone burst into loud guffaws. The jocks holding out their fists to Rachel for a bump which she returned, not at all awkwardly like the last time. "Dude, you just got your ass owned!" Matt breathed out as he clutched his ribs. Everyone voicing their agreements.
"Ha-ha very funny." Puck grunted, brushing it off. "Sounds to me like you got jealously issues Berry." Puck leered, arching an eyebrow in question.
"And just what exactly am I supposed to be jealous of?" Rachel bit back.
"That Brinn was about to be up on all this." Puck stated with a smirk as he waved his hands over his torso. "You are jealous." he said punctuating each word.
"Is that so?" Rachel questioned nonchalantly.
"S'true. I can't help that I'm such a stud that every chick in the Lima district wants me, including you." he said with smugness.
"Oh no, my covers blown! You have me all figured out!" Rachel said mockingly, as a chorus of 'oooooooos' sounded from the table.
"Hell yeah I do." he quipped satisfied.
"I acted out of pure jealousy. I was so jealous that Brinn had captured the attention of the school's stud..." she trailed off with a mock-pout.
"Damn straight I'm a stud babe, and don't you forget it." Puck winked. "But don't be sad, if you ever wan-" he started again but Rachel quickly cut him off.
"So you agree?" she prodded with an arched eyebrow.
"What?" he replied confused, not knowing where she was going with this conversation.
"You agree? That you're a stud?" she asked with a coy smile.
"Did I not just say that like ten seconds ago? I am a stud, I'm the stud of the school. I'm such a stud that-" once again, Puck was cut off by Rachel.
"Wait before you go on, I want to clear some things up first okay?" Rachel said, not waiting for a response. "I'm jealous of Brinn because you are a stud?"
"What's your point Berry?" Puck grunted, watching Rachel bite her lip. Shits distracting...
"Stud is the definition of U with STD wrapped around it." Rachel replied coolly thriving when everyone on the table once again burst into roars of laughter.
"Dude, you just got your ass owned again!" Mike said breathlessly as he wiped away tears.
"Shut the fuck up before I own all your asses." Puck snapped, peeved at being embarrassed at his table by none other than Rachel Berry. Who up until yesterday was the schools resident freak. "So you're a smartass huh Berry?" he asked the small brunette, noticing how everyone quieted again.
"I'd like to think so, yes." Rachel replied coyly as she reached across and snatched Puck's slushy and sipping some from the straw. "Mmmm grape! My favorite"
"We'll see." Puck replied mysteriously with his usual smirk, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Rachel scoffed.
"It's Thursday today right?" he said to no one in particular, dodging her question.
"Yes, get to the point Puckerman." Rachel snapped, not liking the mysterious look that Puck had adorned on his face. That look usually means trouble...
"I bet you that a fortnight from now you'll be begging for a ride on the Puckzilla. Actually screw that, pun not intended, I bet that I would have already fucked you around 10 times, and you'd still be coming back for more. $250 says you will." Puck stated with a smirk. A loud chorus of 'ooooooooooh's sounding from everyone.
"Please. What kind of bet is that?" Rachel snorted. "And can I just add that you're disgusting?"
"Sounds to me like your afraid you're going to lose Rach." Puck challenged.
"No. I just don't want to have to take $250 from you when it could be used for much better things. A checkup at the sexual infections clinic, say?"
"Face it Berry. You're too stubborn to admit that you wanna get up on this, and you know that you will. It's okay to be afraid, no one will blame'ya. I'm hard to resist; just ask the female population at this school and their Moms." Puck winked paying no attention to everyone else who was watching with wide eyes, making bets themselves.
"Well I tried to be nice. Okay I'm in." Rachel agreed, never one to step down from a challenge. "But I have my own bet." she deadpanned.
"Oh yeah, what's that?" Puck leered, his yes raking over Rachel's body. "God I'm going to enjoy fucking that tight little body of yours."
"Ignoring your crassness." Rachel shuddered. "A fortnight from now you're going to be in love with me." she smiled confidently.
"In love? Please, badass' don't do love. You're only going to end up breaking your heart more, baby." Puck winked, the 'love' rolling off his tongue in disgust.
"Now who's afraid?" Rachel quipped. "$500's says that you're going to be crazy in love with me... do you accept the bet?" as she rose from the table.
"Hell yeah I do. I aint got nothing to be afraid of. You've just made yourself a deal with the devil, baby. You scared yet?" Puck leered, also standing.
"Only scared of having your ass following me around like a lost puppy, but the $500 that I'll be taking from you will come in handy. I'll share it between all my Cheerios, tell them to get themselves a check-up on you. I'm sure they'll be pleased that the prick who gave them the infections are paying for it. I'll be sure to thank them on your behalf!" Rachel said innocently.
The other 9 people on the table's head frantically going from left to right, to absorbed to laugh at Rachel owning Puck again.
"What ever baby, wait you don't mind me calling you that do you? It's what I call all my hookups." Puck snapped as he leaned closer.
"What are your terms Puckerman?" Rachel hissed as she too leaned a fraction closer, the pair now practically head to head.
"That you have your drawer stocked up with condoms, oh and that you leave your bedroom window open for me." he winked.
"Gag me." Rachel spat. "Is that all?"
"I love the colors red and white. Go out and buy yourself some red and white lace, I like my women to look good before I fuck them senseless. Your terms?"
"Whilst this bets going on, you're not to participate in any sexual activities with anyone."
"Hell no!" Puck shouted furiously.
"Scared?" Rachel smirked.
"Oh I get it, it will make you even more jealous. You want me to save up all my stamina for when I fuck you. S'cool, I can go without any for two weeks."
"No because there's not going to be any fucking going on between me and you. I just don't want any more girls catching anything from you!"
"Oh it's on!" Puck spat in anger. "Red and white lace Berry, remember that!" he said before storming off.
"If I was you I'd buy yourself a box of tissues, ready for when you get your heart broken!" Rachel called out before she too stormed off.
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"That was fucking crazy." Karofsky said breaking the silence, everyone voicing their agreement.
"Is it weird that I am turned on right now?" Brittany added and once again the table fell silent before Santana and Matt stood.
"Right this causes for some bets of our own." Matt announced as he fished out his wallet and slammed a double Sawbuck on the table.
"Amen to that!" Santana agreed as she fished around in her Cheerio bag for a pad and a pen. "$20 entry, who's in?"
Brittany handed Santana $20. "Rachel's going to win." she grinned confidently as Santana scribbled it down and collected the money.
"I agree with Britt. Rach has this in the bag." Nicci agreed as she handed over a $20 bill.
"You're just saying that because she's a girl and your friend. I say Puck's going to win." Azimio said as he shoved $20 in Santana's hand.
"Na I don't know man. I know he's a dude and all but have you seen Rachel? She's fucking hot man, and she got a tight little bod.." Jack admitted as he handed over the money to Santana. "I'm betting she wins." he said with a smirk.
"I've got to bet with Puck on this one." Karofsky said as he handed Santana his entry money. "Rach is hot and all, but Puck's a whore."
"That's 3 to Rachel and 2 to Puck!" Brittany chirped happily.
"Make that 3 to Puck. My boys got this shit." Mike said definitely as he handed Santana his money and watched her scribble it down.
"I gotta say Puck too, he can get anyone he wants. My pregnant ex-girlfriends proof." Finn grunted as he fished out two 10's from his wallet and handed it over.
"Good choice man, looks like Puck's favored to win with 5. Don't get me wrong Rachel is a smokin' hot girl but this is freaking Puck we're talking about, there's no way that he's gonna fall in love with her just because she's good looking. Hell will freeze over before Puck is a one women man, he loves his cougars too much. As Mike just said, my boys got this." Matt laughed as he handed the money over to a now very pissed off Santana.
"Are you saying Rachel's not pretty enough to attain Puck's attention? Hell no, my girl has got it going and then some. We'll see about that, you wait until tomorrow; Puck's going to have to fight off every dude in the Lima district. B's got this in the bag. Its Rachel Berry we're talking about remember? She gets what she wants, when she wants. She'll win this with determination alone." Santana said so firmly and confidently that she had everyone who voted for Puck almost wanting to change their bets.
"Well I guess we'll find out two weeks from now then, won't we?" Matt said defensively.
"Yeah when Puck gets his ass handed to him." Santana said with an obviously fake smile. "Anyway I got Spanish with Rach. Britt if I don't see you before school ends then I'll ring you tonight okay?" Santana said smiling at the blonde who was visiting her Aunt tonight. "Bye girls, bye boys. Oh and Matt if you still want me to wear your jersey tomorrow find me before school ends." Santana called over her shoulder as she strutted away to Spanish.
"Hey girl. Our shopping trip after school has just become shopping 2.0. I'm talking hitting every clothing and shoe shop in the Mall, mani-pedi's, having your hair cut maybe dyed or highlighted, waxing and Victoria's Secret." Santana smirked as she slid into the seat next to Rachel. "Puck's going to be in your hands by the end of the week."
"Aside from the latter, it sounds great; I can't wait." Rachel whispered back.