Next Day...
"So what the fuck are you wearing?" Noah greeted Rachel the next morning, leaning on the locker next to hers. "Not that I don't appreciate the view but why?" Rachel smiled up to Noah before turning back towards her books, organizing them into her backpack. "Is that how you greet people Noah?"
"Don't placate me Rachel Barbra Berry," Noah replied, throwing her a scowl, "Is this another lame attempt to seduce Lord Dimwit? Because if it is I have lost all respect for you."
"A girl can`t dress up without being accused of trying to seduce a guy?" Rachel questions playfully, before closing her locker. She wondered briefly if Kurt had overdone it with the outfit and makeup, but Noah`s appreciative looks towards her cleavage seemed to speak to the contrary. The tight, skinny jeans did do wonders for her legs.
"Depends on the girl," Noah answered, giving her an exaggerated wink.
"Your attempts at humor only make you seem like a chauvinistic pig Noah Puckerman," Rachel countered, reaching out to fix the collar of his letterman. She pretends not to notice Noah`s slight shiver as her fingers make contact with his skin. Retracting her hands, her smile brightens at the color on his cheeks.
"You know you want me," Noah smirked, sliding a hand through the landing strip on top of his head. "Stop your pride baby and come to the puckerone."
"Undoubtedly that line has worked before," Rachel rebuked, a smirk taking over her face. "To bad I actually have a brain unlike all your other conquests."
"Watch it, your new best friend fell for that bullshit," Noah said, raising an eyebrow. "Who's to say you won't sweetheart."
"As entertaining this blatant attempt to get into Berry's pants is," Came a voice from behind Noah, as Santana pushed past the jock and latched onto Rachel. 'I'll save you the humiliation and whisk her away before you embarrass yourself some more."
"Dude your game needs game," Matt added, placing an arm around Noah's shoulders. "Has the Puckmeister lost his way with the ladies?"
"Shut the fuck up dude," Noah said, punching Matt lightly in the stomach. "And since when are we on speaking terms again?"
"Since we noticed how much of a douche Finnessa is acting like." Mike's voice came from behind Matt. "The dude needs to layoff it man, you know he's been hanging around Karofsky."
"Figures, the guy is an even bigger asshole than Puckerman here," Matt said jokingly, earning a scowl from Noah. "And I mean that in the nicest way possible." Rachel snorted, high-fiving Matt, earning a glare from Noah.
"Rach we need to get to Bio, Mr. Petreilli is a freakin ass about tardies," Santana said, tugging Rachel towards class. Matt was standing in their way, staring at Santana, who blushed. "Can you move?"
Matt made and exaggerated gesture before stepping aside. "Anything my Queen," Rachel noticed Santana turning a familiar shade of red, before she unceremoniously pulled Rachel forward, rushing away from Matt. Rachel could distinctively hear "Talking about my game, what the fuck was that Rutherford?"
"Santana, why are you blushing?" Rachel asked, as they arrived at the classroom. She took a seat next to Santana in the back, earning a few stares from the rest of the students. "Not that it's any of my business."
"He makes me nervous." Santana stated, fidgeting around in her seat, "Like, I don't know, like there's something fluttering around in my stomach. Like I have gas or something, but I don't. You know what I mean?"
Rachel nodded, unable to believe that she had understood every word pouring out of Santana`s mouth. "From what I can gather you either have bad indigestion problems or you have a crush on Matthew."
Santana scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder before whispering, "I Santana Elizabeth Lopez don't have crushes, their juvenile and completely unworthy of a Cheerio like me. Head cheerio mind you, head bitch on campus."
"Please tell me you don't believe half the things that just came out of your mouth," Rachel whispered back, "It's perfectly normal for someone our age to develop romantic feelings for someone of the opposite sex, or any sex rather, I don't discriminate."
"Oh my god, stop your mouth from moving," Santana yelled, causing everyone to turn to look at them. Mr. Petreilli gave them a stern look, before turning back to the board. "And speaking of having crushes, why were you talking to Puck?"
"He was simply commenting on my new wardrobe." Rachel whispered, jotting down notes. "Speaking of that, what do you think?"
"Santana like," the Latina answered, as she gave Rachel a high five. "The look screams classy but sexy. If I was taking a vacation on the Land of Lesbos you`d be my pick."
"Thanks I guess,"
"No probs."
Rachel kept glancing back from her seat at the front, hoping to make eye contact with Noah, but the boy simply refused to look at her. Quinn had no such calms and kept sending Rachel confused looks, from her seat next to Noah. Rachel pointed a finger at Noah, signaling Quinn to get Noah to look at Rachel. Quinn poked Noah, but he shook his head and turned to the side, effectively blocking Rachel out of sight. She sighed with frustration, Noah was acting like such a child. She turned back to face the front, and tried to focus on the words spilling out of Mr. Shue`s mouth. She could feel Santana getting restless beside her, fidgeting from one end of her seat to the other. The Latina was obviously bored out of her mind, and Rachel could understand why. Mr. Shue was going on and on about their lack of unity and how they had to forget the past in order to win and what not. The man's use of hair spray had obviously damaged what little brain cells he had left, or he was completely oblivious to the fact that the Glee Club was sorely lacking in the Glee department.
Rachel felt a pinch on her arm and turned to look at Santana, who was sporting a mischievous smile. "Yes Santana?"
"Try out for Cheerio's." Santana whispered back, on the other side of Santana, Brittney nodded enthusiastically. Rachel simply shook her head and turned to look at Mr. Shue. She scowled when Santana proceeded to poke her arm five times, each harder than the last, but Rachel refused to look at the Latina. "Come on Rach, this could solve all your problems," Santana whispered, poking Rachel with every word. "Plus Brittney really wants us to be twins."
Rachel shook her head with gusto, her hair flailing around. On the other side of her, Kurt was getting a close up of her locks. She felt him pull her hair, and turned to smile apologetically. He returned the smile before making a face towards Shuester, causing Rachel to giggle.
"Plus you'd look smoking hot in a cheerio uniform," Santana continued, causing Rachel to look at her. "Puck would appreciate the view."
"Shut it Lopez."
Santana laughed, looking back at Puck, who was fixated on the brunette beside her. Puck caught her looking at him and scowled, Santana gave him the middle finger before turning back. The boy had it bad, and Santana was going to help him out. After all that's what friends are for.
Puck tried hard not to stare at Rachel, but it was like there was a fucking spotlight coming out of her head or something. He tried to ignore the curious glances Quinn was shooting at him, and most definitely tried to ignore the glares coming from Finn who sat to his far right. Puck resisted the urge to jump him right then and there, and settled for sending him a smirk, before wrapping his arms around Quinn's shoulder.
The blonde refusing to play along, glared at him until he removed his arm. Baby mama couldn't take a fucking joke, freakin hormones. He turned back to the front, and continued to stare at the object of his affections. Not that there was any way he would ever act on those feelings, at least not yet. Fucking Matt Rutherford had made sure of it, with his words of wisdom.
Matt had spent all of gym class giving Puck a feelings talk, droning on and on about how flirting with Rachel wasn't the right move right now. That she needed time to grieve over Finnessa before Puckerman could move in. Puck figured Matt had a point. Rachel wasn't one to go from one quasi relationship to another, she needed time, or else Puck would just end up being rebound guy. Shaq had said something about being her friend first, gaining her trust. That way whenever Rachel was ready for a relationship he`d step up the romancing, and bam Puckleberry.
Fucking Finnderella always fucking ruining everything. He turned to look back at ass hat and smirked at the huge, fugly lip Hudson was sporting, courtesy of his session with Puck`s fist yesterday. No way in fuckin ever would Rachel want to kiss that when the Puckerone had perfectly shaped lips at her disposal. Especially after Mr. Douche called her a slutty bitch, stopping the Finn-lovin train in its tracks as the Puckerone kept chugging along; destiny Crazy Station.
"I have found the perfect solution to the animosity currently engulfing the club," Mr. Shue said, grabbing Puck`s attention with an annoyingly enthusiastic clap of his hands. "We will work in groups of four and come up with three performances that could very well be our Regional's material."
This could work. They would be building team unity and what not while practicing new material for Regional's. Mr. Shue was finally stepping up to the proverbial plate.
"Teams are Santana, Matt, Mercedes and Artie, Quinn, Rachel, Puck and Finn, and Brittney, Mike, Tina and Kurt."
"You're fucking shitting me right?"
"I refuse."
"Umm this can't possibly end well."
"Understatement of the fucking year."
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