Disclaimer: I do not own Glee! I repeat I do not own Glee or any recognizable character. I just like playing with them.

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Puck couldn't help smiling when he walked onto the football field that afternoon; he had realized that Angel had something for him, even if it was really small, that was good.

"What are you smiling about, Puckerman?" Matt asked as they started throwing a football back and forth between the two of them.

"Nothing," Puck said with a bigger smile, "So how are you and Santana?" he asked as he tossed the football to Matt.

"I know you were with her on Friday night," Matt pointed out, "It's not a secret, you know, I know she screws around with other guys. It's not like we're dating."

"But you'd like to date her?" Puck asked, catching the ball, taking a step back, and tossing it back to Matt.

"Well, maybe," Matt said with a smile, mimicking Puck's movements and taking a step backwards before throwing the ball.

"Even though she gets around the way she does?" Puck asked, "I mean, it's no secret that that girl has been with every attractive boy in our grade and even some of the girls."

"The girls don't bother me," Matt said with a wolfish smile, "It's the other boys," he said sternly with a pointed look at Puck, "The problem is that I can't bitch at her about it because one: I don't want to be a bitch. Two: I shouldn't be complaining, every guy wants to have the girl that's willing to have sex but not a commitment. What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing," Puck said with a smirk, "You just lost your balls."

"So what's with the smile?" Matt asked, getting tired of the focus being on him, it was time to turn it back to Puck.

"Nothing," Puck said, the smile getting wider, "Just got some interesting news this morning."

"This is about Angel isn't it?" Matt asked with a smirk, "I knew you had something for her."

"Nope," Puck said with a smirk, "I just thought she was hot, she has a thing for me."

"What?" Matt asked, raising his eyebrows, "She said there was nothing going on between the two of you when Mike asked her about it last week."

"Well that was a lie," Puck said with a smirk, "She found out that I was with Santana on Friday night and that's the reason that she was so angry today. I hurt her feelings."

"You hurt her feelings?" Matt asked, raising his eyebrows again, "It's not like you guys were dating or anything."

"I know," Puck said, tossing the football to Matt, "But it does mean that she wants us to be dating. And she's disappointed that we're not. The reason she was so angry was that she knows that she has no right to be angry because she has no claim over me."

"And did she say that?" Matt asked.

"No," Puck said, "But I could read it on her face."

"Do you want her?" Matt asked, suddenly realizing why Puck was so happy today.

"Not as a girlfriend," Puck said with a laugh, "But I wouldn't say no to a good fuck or two."

"You sure about that?" Matt asked, his eyes widening like he was trying to give Puck a message or something, "Because I, for one, think that you guys would make a good couple."

"Dude," Puck laughed, "Just because you lost your balls doesn't mean that I have to lose mine. I'm not the girlfriend type, you know that. Everyone knows that after Quinn and I ended last year."

"So you don't want a girlfriend?" Matt asked, "Because I'm going to be honest here and say that Angel seems like the girlfriend type, not a goodtime girl type."

"I will never date Angel," Puck said with a smirk, "But I guarantee that I will fuck that tight little thing."

"Hey Puck?" someone called from behind him.

Puck was still smiling as he turned around, but the smile soon fell off his face when Mike reached forward and shoved him, forcing him to fall on the ground, "Don't you dare talk about Angel like that, Puckerman," Mike growled before he spun around and started to walk away.

Puck growled and pushed himself off the ground, "What the hell, Chang?" he yelled, shoving Mike's back and forcing him to fall forward , but he caught himself with his hands.

"Don't touch me," Mike growled turning around to face Puck, "You deserved it! You don't talk about girls like that! Especially not Angel!"

"Oh do you like her, Chang?" Puck taunted, "Is that the problem?"

"Shut the fuck up!" Mike muttered, shoving him a couple steps back and then walking forward so that he could get up close to Puck's face, "You don't even know about anything."

"I know that she's a hot piece of ass," Puck said with a laugh, "That's all I need to know."

Mike opened his mouth to yell at Puck again, but Finn who had been watching the fight rushed forward to break it up before anyone got hurt or in trouble with the coach, "Woah guys!" he yelled, pushing himself in between the two guys and putting his hands up in a defensive manner, "What the hell is going on?"

"I don't know, Hudson," Puck exclaimed from behind Finn's back, "I was just talking to Matt about my feelings for Angel and Mike flipped out. I'm totally innocent here."

"I find that hard to believe," Finn said, turning to Mike, "Now, what really happened?"

"He was talking about Angel," Mike muttered, "Like she was some object or something. It bothered me! I told him to stop, but he just kept talking about her. He has no right to talk about her like that. No right."

"What did you say?" Finn growled, turning his head to glare at Puck.

"Nothing," Puck said with a shrug.

"You liar!" Mike yelled, "He said something about how he wanted to fuck her."

"I've heard you talk about girls that way before, Chang!" Puck yelled, taking a step forward so that he could get closer to being in Mike's face.

"But not Angel!" Mike growled, "She's special."

"What?" Puck laughed, "Is she a virgin or something?" Mike didn't say anything, and that simply confirmed Puck's question. Puck's eyes widened, he hadn't actually expected her to be a virgin, "Oh," he chuckled, a wolfish grin spreading across his face, "That just makes everything better."

"You bastard!" Mike yelled, launching himself forward and attempting to punch Puck in the face, but catching Finn's jaw instead.

"Boys!" Coach Tenaka yelled at the three players at the same time that a girl's voice screamed, "Michael Chang!" from the bleachers.

Coach Tenaka yelled at the boys for two minutes before telling Finn to take the day off and ice his jaw, and telling Mike and Puck that they had to run laps for the rest of practice. Angel waited until the Coach had walked away before making her way down the bleacher stairs and onto the field.

"Are you okay?" she asked Finn, grabbing his chin so that she could turn his head to get a better look at his chin.

"Angel," Mike started, trying to figure out how he could explain what he had just done. He knew that she said she didn't like Puck, but there was something there and she didn't know why he had tried to land a punch to Puck's face.

"Save it, Chang," Angel muttered, wrapping her arm around Finn's waist and started to lead him off of the field, "I thought you were more mature than that."

"But Angel," Mike started again.

"I said save it," Angel growled before turning to glare at Puck, "And you too. God guys you're seventeen years old! Time to grow the crap up!"

"But if you knew what he had said about you," Mike argued.

"Doesn't matter," Angel muttered, "People talk, Mike, are you going to punch everyone who talks about me?"

"It wasn't nice stuff," Finn said softly, in Mike's defense.

"Like I said, doesn't matter," Angel said, shaking her head and grabbing Finn's arm, pulling him away from the other two, "Come on, Finn, we'll get some ice cream."

"Ice cream?" Puck laughed, "He's not five years old, Harris."

"Ice cream sounds good," Finn said with a smile making Angel laugh and shake her head as she pulled him off the field.

"When did you move here?" Finn asked as he ate his chocolate ice cream cone.

"Last spring," Angel said with a shrug, eating a spoon full of her chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, "Came from New York City. Have you lived in Lima your whole life?"

"Yes," Finn said with a nod, "Born and raised. Probably won't get out of Lima either."

"You'll be fine," Angel said, even though she knew that based on grades Finn wasn't going anywhere. And he definitely wasn't going to be getting a football scholarship from what she had seen at the practice, "You can sing, they give scholarships for singing don't they?"

"That's what the adults keep saying," Finn said with a nod, "But Quinn said I was stupid for even thinking that I could get one."

"Quinn said that?" Angel asked, taking another bite of ice cream.

"Yup," Finn said with a nod, dripping ice cream on the table.

"The same girl that thought you were stupid enough to believe that you got her pregnant even though you two never had sex?" Angel asked.

"The problem was, I was stupid enough to believe that," Finn said with a frown, "How do you know about all of that stuff anyway?"

Angel shrugged, "Gleeks, they talk," she said with a smirk.

Finn shook his head, "Rachel?" he asked with a small smile.

"Among others," Angel said with a nod, "One all-girl's sleepover at Kurt's house and I know every bit of glee drama."

"Sleep over at Kurt's house?" Finn asked, raising his eyebrows and wondering how awkward that sleepover had been.

"Yes," Angel said with a nod, "And despite what you're thinking it was actually a lot of fun, except for the Puck and Santana part."

"Puck and Santana were there?" Finn asked, "Why wasn't I invited?"

"No they weren't there," Angel said shaking her head, "What part of all-girls sleepover do you not understand, Hudson?"

"Santana's a girl," Finn said with a shrug.

"She was also on a date with Puck that night," Angel admitted, somewhat bitterly.

"Are you jealous?" Finn asked, picking up on the bitterness in her voice.

For the first time Angel didn't automatically answer, she took another bite of ice cream and thought about her answer before finally giving it, "Yes," she said honestly, "But not for the reason that everyone thinks."

"What does that mean?" Finn asked, confused, because the only logical reason for her being jealous was that she wanted to date Puck herself.

"I thought he liked me," Angel admitted, a blush rising on her cheeks, "I didn't really like him back, I thought he was interesting. But it was nice to know that someone liked me, you know?"

"You liked that he liked you, but you didn't really want him?" Finn asked, trying to make sure that he understood her.

"It sounds so stupid when you say it like that," Angel said, shaking her head with an embarrassed giggle.

"No," Finn argued, "I understand. I used to feel that way about Rachel. It was nice to know that she liked me, but I didn't want her. I just liked knowing that if I was lonely at the end of the day, I had someone that I could call."

"That's pretty much it," Angel admitted, "Only without the whole 'lonely at the end of the day' thing. I just liked being liked, I wasn't looking for a hook up."

"Because you're a virgin," Finn said with a nod as if that made perfect sense.

"How did you know that?" Angel asked, leaning back in her seat so that she could fix Finn with a harsh glare.

"Mike mentioned it on the field today before he tried to punch Puck," Finn said with a shrug, "Don't know why you're embarrassed by it though. Rachel's still a virgin if that makes you feel any better."

"Yeah," Angel said with a smile, "Being compared to Rachel makes me feel a whole hell of a lot better."

Finn smiled at her, "What I meant to say is that there's nothing wrong with being a virgin. I still wish I was one."

"It was Santana right?" Angel asked softly.

Finn nodded, "Yeah, and it was nowhere near as great as I thought it would be. It was awkward and fast and when it was over I felt dirty, like I had done something wrong. She said it started to feel good after a couple of times, but I'm pretty sure that it felt wrong because it wasn't with the right girl."

"And Rachel is the right girl?" Angel asked as she got up to throw her ice cream bowl out.

"I'm not sure," Finn said softly as they walked out to his car so that he could drive her home, "Sometimes I still think that Quinn is the right girl for me, you know? But then I remember that she lied to me and cheated on me… with my best friend of all people."

"You and Puck were friends?" Angel asked, honestly surprised by that fact.

Finn smiled, "I see the sleepover didn't tell you everything about Glee. But yeah, he was my best friend until I found out about them."

"Babygate," Angel said with a soft smile.

"What does that mean?" Finn asked curiously.

"It's nothing," Angel said shaking her head, "Nothing you need to worry about."

Finn nodded and smiled at the small girl sitting in the passenger seat of his car, "Are you going to yell at me if I tell you I like your hair too?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Shut up and drive," Angel giggled, reaching toward him and gently shoving him.

"You're weird, in tears
Too near and too far away
He said, "Saw red"
Went home, stayed in bed all day
Your T-shirts dish dirt
Always love the one you hurt

It's a crack, I'm back, yeah, I'm standing on the rooftops shouting out
Baby, I'm ready to go
I'm back, I'm ready to go
From the rooftops, shout it out
It's a crack, I'm back, yeah, I'm standing on the rooftops having it
Baby, I'm ready to go
I'm back, I'm ready to go
From the rooftops shout it out
Shout it out" the kids were singing when Will walked into the Glee classroom on Thursday afternoon.

"Hey guys!" he called clapping his hands, "While I love hearing you sing, don't you think you should be practicing songs for your Disney concert? It is in a week, you know?"

Angel who had been talking to Quinn about make-up leaned away and smiled at Will, "Chill Mr. Shue, we'll be ready. You know that."

"It is true that you guys have been working very hard lately, but I just want to make sure that this is a really good show," Will explained, "If we can entertain a school full of little children for an hour we will definitely be able to entertain the audience at sectionals."

"We're going to kick ass at both, Mr. Shue," Puck said, trying to catch Angel's attention and maybe get a smile out of her. He had been trying to apologize to her all week for the fight she had seen on the football field on Monday afternoon but she wouldn't give him the time of day.

His only saving grace was that she hadn't forgiven Mike either.

"What the idiot means," Angel said, crossing her arms over her chest and sending a glare in Puck's direction, "Is that by next Friday we are going to be better at singing Disney songs than Elton John."

"That's what I like to hear!" Will cheered clapping his hands, "Now today we're working in the auditorium on the choreography for some of the songs that Rachel has choreographed. Next week we'll work on Friend like Me with Angel. So let's get going. And before I forget!" he called as everyone got up to head to the auditorium, "Tomorrow night is our date auction so everybody be ready for that whether you're in it or doing behind the scenes stuff."

Santana and Brittney exchanged a small high five in excitement, "We'll be ready, Mr. Shue!" Santana said with a giggle.

"Again, that's what I like to hear," Will smiled, "Now let's go dance."

The choir room on Friday afternoon was complete and utter chaos. Everyone was trying to get ready for the date auction.

Artie, Mercedes, Angel, Ryan, and Tina were the only ones that weren't being auctioned off. Artie was pretty sure that no one would want to buy a date with a boy in a wheel chair, Mercedes was worried that she would be embarrassed if no one wanted her, Angel wasn't interested in being auctioned off, Ryan had the flu and had been checked out of school Thursday morning, and Tina was absolutely positive that no one knew who she was.

So the four students, minus Ryan, were running around the school, working on the lighting in auditorium, and doing make-up and hair for those students who were taking part in the date auction.

In the bathrooms the Glee kids that were taking place in the auction were changing clothes, getting their hair and make-up done, and trying to make themselves as attractive as possible.

"Remember people!" Angel yelled out in the choir room, "You need to make yourselves as attractive as possible!" She said, turning to look at Santana, "I don't care how popular you are, you are still a Glee kid and the people who come to the date auction will remember that."

"Calm down," Santana said, rolling her eyes in Angel's direction, "I always look as attractive as possible."

"Well I'm glad that someone has such a high opinion of herself," Angel muttered under her breath.

"She's always been like that," Puck whispered in her ear.

"Leave me alone, Sport," Angel muttered, before starting to walk away.

"Sport?" Puck asked, rushing forward so that he could walk backwards in front of Angel and try to make eye contact with her, "That's better than I've been getting all week."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Angel said as she walked over to where Quinn was sitting so that she could help her with her hair, "I haven't talked to you at all this week.

"Exactly," Puck laughed, "You haven't even looked at me unless you were glaring. And all you've called me all week is asshole or idiot."

"And that's a problem?" Angel asked as she started curling Quinn's hair.

"It's not a problem," Quinn said with a giggle, playfully glaring at Puck through a mirror, "Puck's used to people treating him like that. He is an asshole and an idiot after all."

"Not nice, Quinn," Puck said with a friendly laugh.

Angel couldn't help noticing the friendly exchange between the two students in front of her. She couldn't understand it to be completely honest. They had had a baby together, both of them lost Finn – a very important person in their lives, they had dated, they broke up, they gave their baby up for adoption; and yet they were able to act like friends.

"I don't understand you two," she said shaking her head.

Puck couldn't help but smile. He knew she was angry at him, but that one smile told him she wasn't going to be angry forever. She would get over it.

And he was pretty sure that he knew a way to speed that process along.

But in the end it could just make her angrier.

"Quinn," he whispered, leaning in so that he could whisper in her ear and ensure that Angel couldn't hear him, "I need your help."

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Author's Note: Now I know the last chapter was boring (and this one a little bit too) But come on guys! One review really?
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