AN: Wow guys, I am so sorry for the epic long delay! At first it was just because I was on a Sons of Anarchy binge, but then I couldn't get this chapter started! Like at all! And I kept thinking about what I want to happen in season 2, which is stupid since I haven't even gotten to Sectionals here!
And then my Word trial expired and I couldn't register it over the internet to save my life! But finally, I was able to borrow my sis's phone to make the call and now have Word back. Yay!
So, I don't make any promises, but I am going to try to keep my momentum, especially since I know exactly what I want to happen in season 2 and I will be really disappointed if I don't get to write it soon. And I also really want to write the Sectionals episode, so I need to get these last two episodes written ASAP!
Shay: I am so so so so so sorry for the delay! This chapter has just kicked my ass! But I have no plans to abandon it, as I am completely submerged in my Puckleberry world that it's hard to concentrate on other things. Hehe. But I'm still really sorry it's taken so long, especially when I know you've been waiting for it! I hope you'll like this chapter!
Ashley: Sorry for the delay! I'm really glad you still like the story! I absolutely love Puckleberry too and have major issues with the writers of Glee! I mean, Finchel is just ridiculous if you ask me! Such a stupid pairing! Anyway, I hope you like this chapter, especially since it took so long to get it posted!
I am sorry again for the delay and I hope you like this chapter. Please REVIEW! Thanks! Also, you'll notice that the Hairography week is sped up from that on the show, but that's because I needed it that way. Also something that I needed to change for the story is Thanksgiving. In 2009, it was on the 26, but I've put it to the 22 for the story timeframe to make any sense to me. Sorry.
Disclaimer: I do not anything related to Glee! Any familiar quotes are familiar because they came from the show! I also do not own any songs used.
Chapter 8: Becoming a Family
(Monday of "Hairography")
Rachel sighed in relief as she slid into the plastic chair, the fact that it was extremely uncomfortable not able to negate the joy she felt at being able to sit down. While she was ashamed of herself for skipping her Monday dance class after school, she could not bring herself to be mad at her kidnappers.
"You better wipe that look off your face B. People are goin' to think we're doin' somethin' naughty." Santana murmured as she sat across from the small girl. Rachel's eyes slowly rose to meet hers, an insulted look crossing her face.
"Well, if people think I would get up to such behavior inside a crowded mall, then there isn't really anything I can do to change that. People will think what they want, no matter what I say to deny such accusations." Rachel sighed before sitting up straighter in her seat, knowing that bad posture was not becoming of a dancer or a performer. But dang did her muscles just ache.
"I think I came in on the wrong end of this conversation. What accusations are you denying diva?" Kurt asked as he slowly sat down next to her, keeping a tight grip on his tray of food so as not to accidently spill it on his (very expensive) designer outfit. He was still finding it a little hard to believe that the two bitches of Glee, the two people who had continuously added to his miserable high school experience, had invited him and Mercedes out to a shopping trip. Even though he knew it was really to get answers out of Rachel, he still worried hell had frozen over.
"It's nothing Kurt, Santana was just trying to embarrass me." Rachel said before she began eating her vegetable stir-fry. The meal might not have been her first choice, as it was still unhealthy due to the sauce used, but being a vegan in a small town rarely left her with a range of options.
"Here Ray." Brittany said brightly as she pulled the large bottle of Advil out of her purse and handed it to her friend. Rachel didn't normally like taking medicine, but like mentioned earlier, her entire body was screaming for any type of relief and she was willing to take the suggested two tablets if it meant that relief would shortly arrive.
"Thanks Britt. I believe Coach was extremely vexed that I rejoined the Glee club." Rachel said as she handed the bottle back.
"You think? I was even surprised with the paces she put you through, and I've been on the squad since last year." Santana said while Brittany nodded.
"Yeah, it was really unfair how she kept picking on you."
"It's fine, especially since I proved that I wouldn't back down or give into her. I just hope she will get tired of torturing me soon, because there's no way I can stay on the Cheerios of if she doesn't."
"Crazy said what?" Mercedes screeched as she leaned over Kurt to see Rachel.
"How many times do I have to explain that I am not mentally unstable? I am perfectly sane Mercedes."
"Whatever. Now why would you quit the Cheerios?" Santana spoke over Mercedes, who was mumbling her doubts about Rachel's claim.
"I simply mean that, with two dance classes and my vocal lessons, I cannot possible keep going at such a rate if Coach intends to make my life even harder."
"So you pick your lame classes over Cheerios?" Rachel rolled her eyes at the insulted tone of Santana's voice.
"San, if I'm going to make it to Broadway, I need all the training I can get. Why do you think I've been in dace and vocal lessons since I was a child? I don't actually like peeling the skin off my feet! Cheerleading was never part of my plans, so if something has to go, it's going to be that." Santana and Brittany just continued to stare at her, completely not understanding why anyone would pick anything over being a Cheerio. It was crazy!
"But, Ray, if you're not a Cheerio, than…won't you miss us?" Brittany asked, her lower lip beginning to wobble. Rachel reached over the table to take the taller girl's hand, giving it a squeeze.
"Britt, just because I would not be a Cheerio does not mean I would not still want to be your friend. I mean, I realize that if I ever do have to give it up that you might not want to be my friend, but I'll always want to be yours." Rachel couldn't stop herself from glancing over at Santana.
"Oh! Of course Ray! We'll always be your friends!" Brittany said, giving Rachel's small hand an ecstatic jerk. Rachel smiled at her before removing her hand, not wanting to risk the excited girl doing more damage to her already hurting body. Santana sighed dramatically (must be hanging out with Berry too much!) before she nodded at Rachel, letting her know that the Latina would not abandon her. Rachel beamed at the two, amazed at how much different their relationship was now to the beginning of the year.
"Alright, enough mushy crap, let's get to the real reason we're all here. Rachel, you've been avoiding all our texts and calls for too long, and we're not letting you leave until you tell us everything about your date with Puck." Mercedes said, glaring at the small girl to show her she meant business.
Rachel fidgeted with her straw, keeping her eyes focused on her plate. It was true, she couldn't pretend that she hadn't been avoiding this conversation. She had actually refused to answer any of their questions over the weekend and the school day, but Rachel had known that it would come to something like this.
It was just that that night with Puck had been amazing and it literally consumed her waking minutes over the weekend, so that once she was actually in the same room with him (or hallway) on Monday, she hadn't been able to keep her hands off him. Not that Puck had minded, like at all.
"It was a great night, like I've said. We went to dinner and then watched a movie at his place. As first dates go, it was pretty much perfect." Rachel said, hoping in vain that they would let it go. That's like wishing Barbra would just waltz through a mall in Ohio just to meet you! Get a clue Berry.
"Please girl, you better start talking if you ever want to actually see your boy toy again." Mercedes said, giving the girl another glare. Santana nodded, giving a light kick to Rachel under the table, making sure the other girl knew they meant business.
"Why in the world are you guys so interested? It's not like Noah's and I's actions are any of your business." Rachel said firmly. Santana rolled her eyes.
"Well, we know you didn't lose your V-card, that's for sure." Santana replied. Rachel almost chocked on her food before she was able to swallow.
"Excuse me? How in the world would you be able to tell such a thing?"
"Please chica, you'd've 'least been limpin' today, even with a weekend to recover. Puck doesn't have a pencil dick, so you'd definitely be sore if he swiped that card." Santana knew her friend didn't like "vulgarity", but that just made it even funnier to the Latina.
"Santana! Must you always be so vile?" The Latina just gave Rachel a leer and the smaller girl could only shake her head.
"So just how well-endowed is Puck?" Kurt asked, his cheeks pink with the thought of Puck naked. Rachel gave the boy a light slap on the arm.
"Stop picturing my boyfriend naked Kurt! It's bad enough my two best friends have slept with him; I don't need you trying to put the moves on him too. Even though I can promise you, Noah would never switch teams."
Kurt blushed further before dropping his head, embarrassed at being called out. But that boy was the epitome of the male physical form, so it wasn't really a wonder that Kurt would fantasize about what he looked like under all those layers. Especially considering how handsome he looked for the date on Friday.
"Chillax Berry, Lady Lips isn't going to make a move on your man. But you really can't blame him, as Puck really is hot, even if that's almost all he has going for him." Santana said.
"San, please stop insulting Noah, it is making me upset." Rachel's voice was quiet, but everyone could see the anger that was beginning to bubble up in the pocket-size girl. They all clearly remembered the last time someone had seriously angered Rachel Berry, and no one wanted to get punched in the face.
"Guys, can I ask you a question since we're kinda on the topic?" Mercedes asked, signaling that they were to move on in the conversation.
"Sure 'Cedes, what's up?" Brittany asked, sharing a look with Santana, who looked a little sorry for upsetting Rachel. The black diva took a deep breath before she looked at the two cheerleaders across the table.
"Well…since the whole virginity thing was brought up, I was wondering how your first times were. Did it hurt as bad as they say it does?" Mercedes voice was extremely quiet, not wanting to draw the attention of anyone else in the food court.
"The whole "painful" thing really depends on your guy's size. Skinny and short is the best for the first time, since they won't really stretch you out that much and won't go too deep. But you're tearing a piece of yourself, so it's going to hurt." Santana answered.
"Oh…okay, I was just wondering. I've never really…had anyone to talk to about it or anything." Mercedes said, her cheeks darkening with a blush.
"Well, that's what girlfriends are for 'Cedes!" Brittany said with a smile, which caused the other girl to smile back.
"Speaking of, I would definitely try to prepare yourself before the big night Rachel. I'm not trying to…it'll just hurt a lot for you because of Puck's…" Santana trailed off, dropping her eyes, not wanting to anger her friend again. She still couldn't believe that she, Santana 'Bitch' Lopez was trying to not hurt the feelings of Rachel 'Loser' Berry. Rachel looked up at Santana, a shot of guilt shooting through her at her previous anger.
"Thank you for the concern San, I really appreciate it. But, it won't be necessary." Everyone's eyes shot to the diva, the implication clear.
"Wait, what? You're not a virgin?" Kurt asked, his eyes wide with disbelief. I mean, who would have wanted to have sex with the number one target for slushing?
"As I believe it is very important for a friendship to succeed for everyone to be honest, even though I still do not feel comfortable with this topic of discussion, yes Kurt, I am not a virgin."
"But I thought you and Puck didn't have sex?" Brittany said, the confusion very clear on her pretty face. Rachel shifted in her seat, not sure why she had even allowed this conversation to continue, as it was clear that she would not be getting out of it.
"Noah and I did not have sex on or since our date. As hard as it must be to comprehend, but I have had interested suitors before this year."
"Who? Who got to pop the Berry Cherry?" Santana almost shrieked, drawing the attention of several passing people. Rachel kicked her sharply under the table, not believing Santana would say something so loud.
"I cannot believe you just said that San! Do not ever call it that again!" When Rachel made a move to kick the Latina again, Santana was quick to hold up her hands in a surrender pose before she scooted her chair back from the table, hoping there was more distance between her and the little terror's feet.
"Sorry, sorry, my bad chica. But really, who?"
"Do we really have to talk about this? It's not that unusual for a sophomore not to be a virgin anymore. I mean, you and Britt are definitely not, so why is it so hard to believe that I am no longer one?"
"Cuz B, you're like super scary crazy. I thought you'd be too obsessed with reaching Broadway to have time for sex." Rachel rolled her eyes before she took a hand wipe out of her purse. She still couldn't really believe she was in this situation! A month and a half ago, Rachel didn't even have friends, and now she was surrounded by four people wanting to know about her sex life. And they call her crazy!
"That sentence is very offensive to me, as I am not mentally impaired, as you well know. And while my drive for my dreams has never once wavered, I am also a teenage girl and have the same urges that you do. I am not 'frigid' as many have claimed. Besides, how am I going to accurately portray a love scene during a performance if I have nothing to draw upon?" The others just stared at her, so Rachel stood to dump her tray.
Once she had reseated herself, it was clear that the others had had a quick discussion, as Mercedes was the one who picked up the questioning.
"Sorry Rachel, we shouldn't have assumed. So, how was it?" Rachel sighed at Mercedes's question, resigning herself to answer their questions with enough information to appease them.
"It was a boy from the summer camp I attended before eighth grade." The shocked looks they gave her caused her face to flush in embarrassment.
"Really? But that would have made you…" Brittany trailed off, trying, and failing, to do the math in her head.
"Thirteen." Santana murmured, her eyes wide with disbelief. Rachel fidgeted with her hands, fighting the urge to run away.
"Twelve actually." Rachel's voice was almost too quiet to hear as she corrected Santana, which just caused another round of shocked faces.
"You were twelve?" Kurt's voice had gone high pitch, not believing Rachel would have really given it up at such a young age. She was practically still a child!
"Yes Kurt I was twelve, as I didn't turn thirteen until December." Rachel's voice was sharp, indicating how uncomfortable she was.
"Wow girl, I…why?" Mercedes asked quietly. Rachel lifted her shoulders in a shrug.
"It just seemed like the thing to do at the time, which I realize is ridiculous. I mean, we had barely even started puberty, so it wasn't that great. But we were kids and made a mistake, end of story."
"Who was it Ray?" Brittany asked, leaning her face on her hand as she stared at the small girl with wonder. It wasn't every day you learn that Rachel Berry had given up her V-card before Santana or Brittany had!
"Just a boy from camp. Okay, this discussion is over now." Rachel said, refusing to give a name.
"Right…so what'd you all think of the juvie girls?" Santana asked, not wanting to upset Rachel again. She didn't think her shins could take another kick from the surprisingly strong midget.
"They looked really good and I'm a little worried, to be honest." Mercedes said. Rachel let out a noise of irritation, which brought the four pairs of eyes back to her.
"They were completely ludicrous! The fact that their parlor trick has got not only you, but Mr. Schuester worried is very irritating and insulting!" The others shared a confused look, not sure why Rachel had suddenly gotten so mad.
"You have to admit that they looked good Rachel." Kurt murmured, not really sure if his comment would be punished or not. Ever since the smaller diva had quit Glee, she apparently had lost any ability to bottle up her anger, and he really didn't want her to injure his person.
"They absolutely did not look good! They were tricking us into focusing on their hair instead of their actual vocals and steps. I said as much to Mr. Schuester, but I could tell he was worried. I cannot believe that he actually thinks we don't have enough talent to outshine a team using Hairography of all things!" Kurt leaned away from the spitfire, really wanting to avoid being hit.
"Hairography?" Santana asked, not having a clue what Rachel was talking about.
"Oooo, I know what that is! It's like spazing around so your hair whips around a lot!" Brittany said excitedly, bouncing in her seat. She was so happy to actually know what they were talking about!
"Yes Britt that is what Hairography is. It's just a way to get the audience to be distracted by the whizzing of hair to actually see that the team doesn't have very strong footwork or vocals."
"Man, so Mr. Schuester really doesn't think we could beat that?" Mercedes asked, the hurt clear in her voice.
"Well, I don't know for sure, but he looked uncertain when I left the auditorium. I just really hope that he doesn't actually make us do such a number, as I think it would look absurd and the judges would not take us seriously. Sometimes I question Mr. Schuester's qualifications for running a Glee club."
"Wait, you don't think he should be running it?" Kurt asked, a scandalized look morphing on his face.
"Don't get me wrong, I think some of Mr. Schuester's lessons have been very important, like the one about team spirit with the wheelchairs. But…well, to be perfectly honest, he doesn't really seem to know what he's doing. Don't you think it's strange that we haven't even come up with our set list for Sectionals? Most other choir and glee groups have been working on their numbers for weeks, so that they are perfected by performance day. But Sectionals are only a couple of weeks away and we don't even have a set list, let alone choreography blocked out.
"I just think that Mr. Schuester isn't properly prepared to be running such a club. Especially considering we don't do enough voice warm-ups, which can result in the damaging of vocal cords. I'm actually surprised that no one has had such a problem before now. I mean, that's the reason I arrive early for rehearsal, as I am not willing to actually risk damaging my voice just because the director doesn't think it's important to warm-up properly. I mean, singing is just like sports! You must first stretch and warm up your muscles before jumping into a game or practice, as not doing so will result in you straining those muscles and risking injury!
"And then he has the audacity to think we don't possess enough talent to beat a bunch of juvie girls! What type of director thinks that? He's supposed to support us and encourage us to be the best we can be, but Mr. Schuester is so caught up with his personal life that he doesn't even see the amazing talents that Glee has. And he never actually acts like a teacher! Arg!" Rachel huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at the table top. The others' mouths all hung open, completely overwhelmed with her rant. The fact that she had said all that in only two or three breaths was amazing and scary!
"Um…okay, I believe you Ray. Mr. Schue is a butthead." Brittany said hesitantly, not sure what to say in response. The others didn't seem to be forthcoming with words, so Brittany figured she should break the silence. Rachel gave her a small smile.
"Sorry guys, I didn't mean to rant. I've just been bottling all that up and just needed to let it out." The others slowly nodded, their minds still trying to catch up. Brittany looked around before giving Rachel a smile and shrugging before she brought up the upcoming football game.
Rachel sighed in relief as the conversation quickly turned, a little embarrassed by her outburst. The five spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out, moving from the mall to Kurt's house. By the end of the day, all five were shocked to realize that they were actually friends, or at least on a much more friendly basis than any other them had ever imagined they would be.
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(Tuesday of "Hairography" Week)
Rachel glared daggers as Mr. Schuester threw the bag of wigs at Finn. She couldn't believe that he had seriously gotten the guys wigs to do a freaking Hairography number! She shot out of seat, marching over to the curly haired director.
"Mr. Schue what are you doing we are fine just the way we are. We don't need Hairography. It is just a distraction."
"Look I have to be honest those Jane Adams' girls did freak me out a little and I'm worried about our chances for sectionals. I mean we have to pull out all the stops if we wanna win." Rachel wanted to stomp her foot and yell at the imbecile. She just knew he doubted them!
Turning away from him in disgust, Rachel was pleased to see the hurt and angry looks on Santana's, Brittany's, Kurt's, and Mercedes's faces, yesterday's discussion fresh on their minds. It was clear that Rachel's worries had been justified and they began to question their director's decisions.
"If you want to get anywhere near my person in the near future, you will not wear that preposterous wig anywhere but here Noah Puckerman." Rachel whispered harshly as she sat next to her stupid looking boyfriend. Puck's eyes widened in surprise before he quickly pulled the itchy hair off, not wanting to even risk it.
Mike, who was sitting diagonally behind Puck, let out a chuckle as he kicked Puck's chair, the thought of Puck being whipped very amusing. Puck turned to glare at the Asian, but he had to admit that he wasn't going to wear a stupid wig if his girl didn't want him to. Not when she was threatening on not letting him touch her banging body! He wasn't that stupid, despite what others would say.
Rachel glanced back at Mike, a brow arched, causing the lanky boy to blush and look away. He did not want to be on the receiving end of one of the famous Rachel Berry speeches, so he quickly moved away from the two, making his way to the front of the room, where the others were gathering.
"You don't think I can pull this look off babe? Are you questioning my badassness?" Puck asked, running a large hand down her bare thigh. Rachel sighed, her mind flashing back to Friday before she had to force herself to focus.
"You know I think you're the biggest "badass" Noah. I just can't believe Mr. Schue would actually have such little faith in us. You mark my words Noah, this is going to blow up in his face." Rachel said before she stood, grabbing his hand to join the rest. As they all lined up in the front of the room to watch Brittany demonstrate just how to whip their hair, Puck raised their clasped hands to his lips, lightly biting her knuckles before pressing a kiss to them. Rachel glanced at him, shocked by the very endearing and loving gesture, but Puck was looking forward, watching as Brittany spazed around.
Rachel leaned into his side, delighted when he dropped her hand to wrap his arm around her waist. Mr. Schuester might be the bane of her existence at the moment, but Puck was definitely making it bearable.
"Alright everyone, I want all of you to practice hard on this. We need to be prepared by Thursday, as the Haverbrook Deaf Choir will be here to see our performance. We're doing a mash-up of "Crazy in Love" and "Hair". Now let's run through the choreography." Rachel groaned with her fellow clubbers at Mr. Schue's words, shocked and dismayed at how little time they had to practice. This proves that he really doesn't know what he's doing. I just hope he learns from this.
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Puck glanced down at the two sleep girls in his arms, still a little confused as to just how they got there. After the god awful practice at Hairography, Rachel had demanded that they practice, since she would never allow her performance to suffer just because she did not agree with it.
So, Puck and Eli had found themselves on the Berry front porch, with a freaking loaf of Challah! Puck had rolled his eyes at his mother, but Leah had insisted, and Puck just knew she was already planning the wedding, despite the fact that Rachel and him had only been together for a little over a month.
And when Eli had demanded to see the performance, he hadn't been able to get the brat to stop laughing, which propelled Rachel into a long winded rant about Mr. Schuester's idiocy. Puck had tried, and failed, to calm both females down, but after the fifth slap on the arm, he had left the basement to watch TV, not even wanting to be in the damn middle anymore.
Rachel and Eli had both followed shortly afterward, sheepish looks on their faces as they apologized. Puck had simply shrugged and demanded Eli go into the kitchen so he could mack on his girl, which Eli had said was gross before fleeing the room, not wanting to see them exchange spit. Rachel rolled her eyes at him before allowing him to pull her across his lap for a few minutes.
Once the Berry dads had come home, delighted to see both Puck and Eli, the five had had dinner before sitting down in the living room to watch a movie. Puck had been positioned between the two girls, which he thought was payback from Eli for the earlier make out sessions, and they had both fallen asleep partway through the movie.
Puck looked to his right, his sister's dark head slumped against his shoulder, be he lightly lifted his shoulder up and down, trying to wake her without waking Rachel. Eli gave an irritated sound before she lifted her head, glaring at him. Puck nodded towards the clock, which showed it was clearly past her normal bedtime and that she should get ready to go.
Eli pouted for a moment before she nodded and rose to grab her coat and thank Hiram and Leroy for allowing her over and providing dinner. The two Berry men, who had moved to the kitchen, smiled and hugged the little girl, both feeling the pang of missing having a younger child.
Puck slowly eased out from under Rachel, pulling the blanket from the back of the couch to cover her. He couldn't believe how damn mushy he was being, but Puck leaned down and lightly kissed Rachel's forehead before he exited the living room. He heard his sis's voice coming from the kitchen, so he followed it to collect her so they could get home.
"C'mon Eli, we need to go. Thanks Mr. Berry and Mr. Berry. We really had a good time." Puck said, not believing he was actually thanking his girlfriend's dads for anything. But since they had started dating, Puck was surprised that the Berry men had been more than welcoming to him, even though they knew about the whole Quinn thing. It made him wish that his deadbeat dad had been like them.
"Of course Noah! You know you're welcome here anytime! We were just telling Eli that we've accepted your mother's invitation to Thanksgiving dinner. We would have offered, but seeing as we're on a vegan diet, we didn't want to hinder the options and we'll bring our own selections." Hiram said rapidly, making it clear just where Rachel got her speech style from.
"Oh…sure that sounds great. We'll see you on Sunday then." Puck said a little uncertainly before waving and pulling Eli out of the house. While it was very common for the Puckermans and the Berrys to share holiday dinners, Puck knew this was just another nail on Rachel's and his coffin. Lea Puckerman would stop at nothing to make sure the two married, and Puck was a little worried about just what the future would hold with his bat-shit crazy mother's hand at the wheel.
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(Wednesday of "Hairography" Week)
"Mornin' babe. Lookin' hot." Rachel nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of Puck's voice. She spun around, gasping for breath dramatically. Puck smirked down at her before he captured her lips, quickly invading her mouth, his tongue seeking hers. Rachel let out a little moan, which caused Puck to push against her until she was flat against her (open) locker, his hands sliding up and down her sides.
"I feel like we've been surrounded by people for days." Puck murmured as he lowered his head to suck on the sensitive skin of her neck. Rachel sighed and let her head fall back, thankfully landing inside the open locker instead of against the hard metal.
"I know. It's like we've not been alone for days." Rachel said quietly as Puck continued to suck and bite at her neck. She knew he was probably going to leave a mark, but at that moment in time, she didn't care. Rachel skimmed her hands up his arms, gripping the material in her fists.
When Puck's hands began to wander south, Rachel had to pull away, giving a sigh of regret. Puck quirked a brow at her, not sure if she was turning him down or just wanted to go get a more secluded spot. Please be the second!
"What's wrong baby?" Puck asked, his voice husky as he lightly ran his hands back up her body. Rachel gave a shiver, so he knew that she was as affected by him as he was about her. What? That was so totally badass! You'd have some serious issues if the girl you were trying to sex up did find you hot; just saying.
"I'm sorry Noah; I've really missed you and this, but we can't do it anymore. At least not for a while." Puck's face fell and Rachel had to stop herself from either laughing or planting her lips on his. He really looked like a boy who was being denied the use of his favorite toy. Wait, what? Rachel Berry was no one's toy!
"Ah why babe? Did I…did I do something." Puck whispered, not wanting the few people mingling in the hallway to hear him when he sounded like such a fucking pansy. Seriously, he was actually pouting. POUTING! Like a damn pussy whipped fucktard!
"Of course not Noah, you've been nothing but an exceptional boyfriend. Which, is actually very surprising given your history, but I'm thrilled that I seem to be able to hold your full attention."
Puck felt anger begin to course through him at the mention of history. Sure, he was a sex shark, everyone knew it. But he hadn't even been sexting Santana for the entire time he'd been with Rachel! Doesn't she know how hard it was to resist her sexts? Rachel cut him off before he could even open his mouth.
"The reason we can't do anything doesn't have anything to do with you Noah. It's just…not a good time." Rachel made sure to stress the last word, trying to convey her message without having to actually having to come out and say it. Thankfully, Puck had been with enough girls to be able to catch onto what she was trying to say.
"Oh, okay that's cool then. Can we still make out?" He asked hopefully, giving her his best 'smolder'. Rachel gave a small giggle at his look, but she couldn't deny that the intensity in his (beautiful) eyes did things to her that was very inconvenient at the moment.
"Well…since you did get here so early, as long as you've done all your homework, I don't see why we can't spend some quality time in a janitor's closet." Rachel said quietly, biting her bottom lip lightly, which succeeded in drawing his attention down.
"Hmm mmm, all done. Now c'mon." Puck tried to pull her away from her locker, but Rachel reached behind her and gripped the metal, not willing to move. Puck gave her a confused and frustrated face.
"Is all your homework really done Noah? Because you know I refuse to get in the way of your actually succeeding in your classes, no matter how much I might want to." Puck rolled his eyes.
"Ya ya B, it's all done. I haven't had much to keep me occupied since I didn't see you this weekend. I actually did most of the fucking shit for the whole week." Puck said, the irritation clear. He still couldn't believe that on a freaking Saturday he had pulled out the books! Sure, he had totally murdered Mike and Finn in Halo, but he had still fucking done homework. He was fucking pussy whipped.
Rachel disregarded his profanity, knowing that he did it a lot just to get on her nerves. Instead, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled his mouth down to hers, showing how much she appreciated him actually taking his studies seriously. Puck slid his arms around her waist, pulling her tight against him as he devoured her mouth.
"Jeez can't you two stop mauling each other in the hallway? I think I'm actually about to gauge my eyes out." Kurt's voice sounded from next to them, causing Rachel to pull away much to Puck's annoyance.
"Good morning to you too Kurt. How are you this fine—" Rachel was cut off as Puck began to drag her away. She glanced back at the taller boy, an apologetic look on her face as he just shook his head and closed her locker before prancing down the hallway.
"That was incredibly rude Noah."
"He was cutting into our time." That was all Puck said as he pushed the short girl into a closet before reattaching their lips. Rachel gave an exacerbated huff but quickly focused completely on her boyfriend. Because, really, Noah could make her see stars and Rachel wasn't willing to let Kurt Hummel get in her way of those precious, shimmering stars.
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To say Rachel was relieved to be invited over to Puck's place after dace class was an understatement. She knew that if she had been left alone after the…disgrace that was that day's Glee rehearsal, she knew she would probably have gone mad. Seriously, it had been a several hours and she was still fuming about it.
Thankfully, she had been able to be distracted by Puck's sister, Eli, who literally worshiped Rachel Berry. Eli wanted to be just like Rachel when she grew up, with the amazing talent and the stunning looks! Puck had just resigned himself to not getting any make out time with his girl, because she was currently seated at his dining room table, helping Eli with her homework. He fucking hated homework!
The three of them ate dinner (Puck had actually looked up a recipe for vegan lasagna, which had earned him a heated session in the kitchen when Eli went to take a bath) and then Rachel helped Puck cleanup the kitchen. She was pleasantly surprised when he started making Eli's lunch, further proving Rachel's opinion that he was really a nice person hiding behind a "badass" persona. Not that she would ever tell him that!
Eli had begged Rachel to stay and watch a movie, but she had to regrettably decline because it was getting late and she needed to get home. When the young girl had continued to pout, Rachel had agreed to tuck her by song, much to Eli's excitement. Puck had been pulled into the god-awful 'princess' themed room to accompany her on the guitar, but he went without too much complaining, since he hoped Eli would actually go to sleep.
After the third song, Puck had declared it time for bed and pulled Rachel out of the room, much to Eli's despair. But Rachel had promised to visit again soon, so the ten year old had given up her quest and snuggled down.
"Thanks for being so good with her babe. I know she is annoying." Puck said as he led Rachel downstairs.
"She's a doll Noah so it was a pleasure. Besides, any time I get with you is worth it." Rachel murmured quietly before she pulled his head down to hers, their brief session in the kitchen hardly enough to satisfy her. Unfortunately, she did actually have to get home, so the two parted ways soon after.
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(Thursday of "Hairography" Week)
Rachel had been absolutely, 100% positive in her belief that the stupid Hairography number would be a bust. She was so ashamed of Mr. Schuester for making them look like fools in front of the competition, no matter the fact that they were deaf. Obviously, they were already have a leg up with the sympathy votes, so New Directions really did not need to be giving them any more ammunition.
She sent a withering look at Mr. Schue as she apologized as best she could to the other team. They had done a heartbreaking version of "Imagine" and Rachel could already see the crowd at Sectionals being moved by it. This is just great! Our director doesn't believe in us and now the competition has proven that they can sway the audience to their side. This is absolutely perfect!
Once the Haverbrook glee club departed, the choir room was utterly silent. Rachel shared a look with her friends, seeing the hurt and anger marring their faces. Apparently they agreed with her earlier assessment, as they all gave her subtle nods before they began to depart. Mr. Schuester just sat at the desk, completely engrossed in his self-pity to even notice his students. Serves him right, making us embarrass ourselves. Let's just hope he learned something.
Rachel quickly stood as well, wanting to get out of the suddenly stifling room. Puck wrapped an arm around her shoulders as they left the room, the other football players and Cheerios either ahead or behind them. Rachel was actually looking forward to the strenuous practice to work off some of her anger and stress.
"Are we doing something after practice?" Puck asked as they stopped in front of the Cheerio locker room. Yeah, they seriously had their own locker room because Sylvester wouldn't let her girls "be within 50 feet of the hideous shemales in the girls' locker room".
"Sorry Noah, but Brit and San want me to come over. I think we're going to try and cheer Quinn up, since they said something about her being there. Rain check?" Puck nodded before leaning down to capture her lips. If he wasn't going to be able to do that until tomorrow, he needed to make it count.
Rachel sighed dreamily when he pulled away, her eyes glazed over as she stared up at him. He smirked down at her, loving the affect he had on her, before he slowly started backing away, already missing the heat of her body. Shut the fuck up, she was HOT! Rachel watched as he sauntered further down the hallway before she was unceremoniously pulled into the room by Santana.
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(Friday of "Hairography" Week)
The school was buzzing with excitement about that night's football game. They were hopeful that the Titans would be able to bring home another win, especially since the lady fabulous kicker had rejoined after the damn ultimatum.
There had been serious fear that he wouldn't, as the football team wasn't that welcoming, but Kurt Hummel had proved he didn't give two shits to what the Neanderthals thought. And he really liked seeing certain team members in those tight pants.
Rachel, on the other hand, was extremely nervous, as this would be her first football game as a Cheerio. She hadn't been included in the game two weeks ago, as Coach hadn't thought she was ready yet. She feared that she would get out there and forget the lyrics or steps, which logically she knew was ridiculous since it was merely another performance and she knew she was good. But sometimes, logic just doesn't factor into things. But first thing first, Glee.
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"We should so skip Glee today babe. Its game day and I'm sure we're not doing anythin' important." Puck whispered huskily into Rachel's ear, causing her to have to fight down a moan. They had just left Biology class and were making their way to the choir room when Puck swung her into a nearby janitor's closet for some personal time.
"NOAH! I cannot believe you would even suggest such a…preposterous proposal as to miss GLEE club! While I might not agree with Mr. Schuester's recent teachings, we must prepare for Sectionals! We only have a couple of weeks and we've already wasted so much time, we cannot afford to miss a rehearsal." Puck groaned into her neck at her response, which made Rachel's lips twitch up. She knew he was actually pouting like a child and simply kept his head down so she couldn't see his expression.
"Fine. But when you can't keep your hands off me later, don't get mad at me." Rachel bit back a giggle at his words, lightly running her hands up the back of his Mohawk, letting her fingernails give a light scratch. She didn't remember exactly when she started giggling, as she had always viewed such actions as childish, but between gaining real friends and a boyfriend, she couldn't seem to stop the noise from bubbling up in her throat. And she was surprised with how much she actually didn't mind it anymore.
"I'll be sure to remember that after the game Noah. But right now we need to get to rehearsal or we're going to be late. And you know how I feel about being tardy."
"I'm not lettin' you out till you kiss me." Puck said, lifting his head from her neck to give her a smirk. Rachel rolled her eyes at him before leaning in, pressing her lips lightly against his. But when she tried to pull away, Puck wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her flush against him, giving a small bite to her lower lips so she would open her mouth.
Rachel thought about fighting him, really she did. But…well you be alone in a supply closet with Noah Puckerman ravaging your mouth and you see if your will would be strong enough. Because Rachel Berry's? So not able to withstand the prowess of Noah Puckerman. Not even a little bit.
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"Okay, let's get started. Wait, where's Rachel and Puck?" Mr. Schue asked when he looked up from the sheet music in his hands and noticed his star and the resident trouble maker were missing. Even after a month, he still couldn't wrap his brain around the good-girl Rachel Berry dating the bad-boy Noah Puckerman. Although, it's the must clichéd high school story, so I really shouldn't be surprised.
"I'm sure they'll be here soon, since we had Biology together. I'm sure they just got…distracted." Santana said, smirking at what she thought the two lovebirds must be getting up to. Brittany giggled and leaned her head on Mike's shoulder, everyone in the room (even Mr. S) knowing that the two could hardly get through a song without touching at least twice. Before Mr. Schuester could respond, the two missing students came crashing through the door, their faces flushed and clothes askew.
"I am so sorry we're late Mr. Schue. We were…I had to go to my locker, which is on the complete other side of campus." Rachel said, smoothing down her Cheerio skirt as she attempted to look like she hadn't just been mauling her boyfriend. Puck just smirked and grabbed her hand, pulling her over to some empty seats. Mr. Schue just gave them a disapproving look before turning back to the class.
"I realize that this last week has really been a step back for us. I…well I got caught up in the aspect of "Show Biz" and didn't stop to see that it wasn't what you guys are about. I ignored someone who told me that you guys were too good to use such a tactic, and I let my fear cloud my judgment. So, we're going back to basics, starting from scratch. So grab a stool and make your way to the auditorium." Mr. Schuester said as he passed out the sheet music, sharing a look with Rachel, letting her know that he was sorry for ignoring her.
"So we're a stool choir now?" Artie asked with hesitation, not understanding how that could possibly be better off than Hairography.
"Nope, we're not dancing with the stools. No gimmicks, no false theatricality. We're just going to sit in them and sing." Rachel glanced down at the sheet music, grinning when she recognized the title.
"Thanks Mr. Schuester." Rachel said, earning a nod and finger flick from the director. Everyone quickly stood and began to grab stools and the set out outfits that Mr. Schue had provided. Rachel looked at the stack of stools and looked over at Artie, who had a pained expression on his face. It was quite apparent that he wished he could do something as simple as sitting in a stool with everyone else. Puck glanced between her and Artie, catching onto her thought.
"I got this babe." Puck said as he lifted a stack of three stools, since everyone else had already made their way out of the room. Rachel gave him a blazing smile before leaning up to peck him on the cheek before walking over to Artie. The two watched as Puck moved out of the room, his tones arms giving the slightest of bulges, as the stools weren't very heavy.
"Hey Artie, how are you doing?" Rachel asked quietly. The boy shrugged, uncomfortable with the fact that Rachel had apparently been able to read his earlier thoughts. It's just…people who were not stuck in a damn wheelchair took everything for granted, even the ability to sit in a freaking stool.
"I'm cool Rachel, just grabbing my stuff." Artie lifted his bag as if to prove his point. Rachel had to stop herself from rolling her eyes, because really, all boys were the exact same. They hated to show even the slightest bit of vulnerability.
"Okay then, let's go." Rachel said, stepping behind his chair and beginning to push him towards the auditorium. Artie contemplated telling her that he was perfectly capable of wheeling himself wherever he wanted, but this was Rachel Berry, and she didn't stop until she got the results she wanted. So he figured it was probably safer for his person, both mentally and physically, if he just kept quiet and let her have her way.
Rachel silently thanked the moment of charity Ms. Sylvester experienced a few weeks ago, because it was so much easier getting Artie up onto the stage now that there were wheelchair ramps. And it was about time too! Handicapable people are just as able to perform in the Arts as everyone else, and to deny them that access by refusing to install ramps was just wrong! Come to think of it, she should really talk to Artie about seeing if he wanted his parents to sue the school for such neglect, as she was sure her dad could win that case. Thoughts for another time Berry.
She pushed him over to the side of the stage and back around to the changing rooms. She gave Artie a last smile before ducking into the girls' room, quickly changing into her jeans, purple shirt and converse. She laid out her uniform next to the other girls', which were all laid out flat on a table, as there weren't any hanger available. She just hoped that they didn't get wrinkled or Coach was going to go nuts on them, like seriously crazy!
She exited the room just as some of the guys did, including Puck and Artie. Her boyfriend (she never tired of calling him that) gave a subtle nod, letting her know that he had taken care of it. Linking arms with the hunky footballer, Rachel couldn't keep the smile off her face as they made their way to the stage. She was glad that everyone seemed to know where they were sitting already, as most everyone was already dressed and on their stools, reading through the song.
Artie came to a stop at one end of the semi-circle, resigning himself to the fact that he would never truly be one of them. He knew that his friends didn't see him any less because of his situation, but it was still difficult to live with. He was pulled out of his thoughts when his wheelchair was pushed forward towards the other end of the semi-circle.
"You're sitting over here Wheels." Puck's gruff voice sounded from behind him, making Artie jump a little before he nodded. But before he could move his chair into position, the locks were thrown down on the tires, making him jerk forward a little. Artie was sure he would have come out of the seat if it wasn't for the little hand the hand onto his shoulder, keeping him in place.
"What's going on?" Artie asked as he looked back to see Rachel and Puck share a look before Rachel gave him a small, pretty smile. He was dumbstruck for a minute, as he had never seen such a soft expression on "Crazy Berry" before; but he was quickly forcible removed from his thoughts when Puck reached under him and pulled him up.
"What are you doing?" Artie asked, his arms flailing for a moment before gripping Puck's broad shoulders, the fear of falling outweighing his anger at being manhandled.
"Chillax Wheels. Berry wants you to be part of this little sing along, so you're going to be. Get over it." Puck said as he lightly placed the dude on the last stool. Artie's eyes were wide as he continued to grip Puck's shoulders, not sure if he was being Punk'd or not. Rachel grinned again and sat down next to him, taking his left hand off Puck's shoulder to give it a light squeeze.
"Will you be able to stay upright?" She asked quietly, pleased that Puck hadn't fully released the teen yet. He might claim to be a "badass" and womanizer, but she could tell that Noah was beginning to make more frequent appearances. The fact that he had done this without more than a shrug made her heart swell with emotion.
"Um…yeah, I think so. As long as I don't have to move too much." Artie's voice shook a little, making it clear that he was overwhelmed. He couldn't believe that either one of them would do such a thing for him, someone who hadn't been their friend only a couple of weeks ago.
"Don't worry Artie, I won't let you fall." Rachel whispered and squeezed his hand, delighted when he returned the gesture.
"You're sure you've got this?" Puck asked. Artie gave a nod and Puck slowly backed away, giving enough room for Artie to test out his position, but close enough to catch him if he did end up falling. The boy's back quivered a little, but Artie gripped the underside of the stool with his right hand and Rachel's with his other, determined to make it through this song.
"I've got this. Thank you Puck, Rachel. This…" Artie trailed off, not really comfortable with exposing how extraordinary their actions made him feel. For maybe the first time, he felt like he had people he could count on, no matter what. And the irony that one of those people used to lock him in porta potties was not lost on him.
Puck gave a nod before sitting to Rachel's left, cringing a little when he noticed the amazed looks on everyone's faces. Everyone was staring at the three as if they had just cured cancer or something. Puck groaned quietly, knowing that his badass points had just suffered a major setback, but he couldn't bring himself to care too much.
He would never admit it to anyone, not even Rachel, but he had begun to feel guilty about the way he used to treat the Gleeks, and he hoped that this act showed he was sorry for almost flipping Artie in a porta potty. Come to find out, even though he couldn't walk, the dude was seriously awesome and could keep up with him on jamming sessions.
"Can we get this shit done sometime today? We do have a game to get ready for." Puck barked out, making the others jump out of their staring. They all gave sheepish looks before giving thumbs up and smiles to Artie, glad that he was feeling included. Rachel grabbed Puck's hand and smiled at him, not even caring about the cussing after his caring actions towards Artie. She kept a hold of both the boys' hands, laying them lightly in her lap as Tina finally began to sing.
As the song progressed, Rachel couldn't stop marveling at the changes that the Glee club members had undergone, how everyone's colors were beginning to shine through. She felt like the club was finally coming together as a united team, one that would have the backs of all its members, no matter what. She gave Puck's hand another squeeze before nodding her head towards Santana, indicating she wanted him to take the Latina's hand.
Puck rolled his eyes at his crazy girl before shrugging and reaching out, taking Santana's hand in his. The dark haired girl's eyes widened in shock, but before she could start yelling and mess up the song, Puck indicated back to Rachel, who held up the two hands in her grasp. Santana and Puck shared a look, clearly understanding that Rachel Berry was definitely crazy, but they loved that about her, so Santana took Mike's hand with a small smile. But the end of the song, the entire group was linked, and Rachel had to fight down the tears that threatened to fall.
"Wow guys, that was…very inspiring. I'm glad we were able to get back to us and I'm very proud of all of you. Have a good Thanksgiving and I'll see you on Tuesday." Mr. Schuester said into the microphone from the seats. He was truly awed by his club, especially with what Puck and Rachel had done for Artie.
Puck placed Artie back in his chair as everyone began to make their way backstage, most of them needing to get either back in uniform or to the locker room. He fist bumped the other dude before he wheeled away and Puck turned to see Rachel smiling at them.
"Thank you so much Noah, that was very sweet of you." Rachel said, circling his neck with her arms. Puck grumbled something about being badass but Rachel was already pressing their lips together, too overcome with emotion to keep away from him. The two stood there, center stage, and reveled in each other.
(Seating: Artie, Rachel, Puck, Santana, Mike, Tina, Matt, Brittany, Finn, Quinn, Kurt, Mercedes)
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Once on the sidelines, the gooey feelings she had felt in the auditorium were long gone and Rachel had to will herself not to run back inside the school building. She couldn't understand why she was so nervous, but the fluttering of her stomach would not be denied or squelched. Rachel really did not want to make a fool of herself in front of most of the school, the opponent's supporters, her teammates, and Noah.
Thankfully, with the new found friendships that Rachel had formed, Santana, Brittany and even Quinn were able to calm her down enough so that she could actually pay attention to the game and perform the correct cheers. She was a little embarrassed with how loudly she cheered when they called Noah's name, but she couldn't help it. Besides, have you seen that boy in those pants? De-li-cious!
"You know I have absolutely no idea what in the world is going on. I tried to Google football, but I did not seem to pick up the rules of the game." Rachel said quietly to Santana, who was standing next to her, shaking her pompoms.
"Don't sweat it B. We're in red, and we want to make touchdowns to the opposite side of the field. We don't want to let the other team, the one in blue, get past our guys and into our side, since they risk the chance of scoring a touchdown. That's pretty much it. Just cheer with us and you'll get into the game quickly." Rachel nodded, having to trust that Santana knew what she was talking about. She had been a cheerleader most of her life, so she would definitely know more about it than some of the other Cheerios.
Santana was so right! By the fifteen minute mark, Rachel was hollering at the top of her lungs, which she knew she would regret in the morning. But her blood was pounding through her veins and Rachel couldn't stop her excited cheers. Santana explained that Puck was a wide receiver, which was why he was constantly attempting to catch passes from Finn, the quarterback.
Rachel just nodded and continued to cheer, more interested in watching Puck run down the field than which position he played, despite the fact that it had been fifteen minutes and the quarter (which was supposed to be 12 minutes) wasn't over yet, which Rachel thought was a little insensitive to people on a time schedule.
But then it was halftime and they had to do an intricate routine with Rachel singing "Good Girls Go Bad" by Cobra Starship, and Rachel didn't have time to be nervous anymore or think about proper time management. She was even able to sneak in a pee break, which Rachel thought was amazing, as Coach seemed to think they all had bladders of steel.
For Puck's part, he had been keenly aware of Rachel when he was on the field. It was like an electric shock went through him every time he saw her in that damn uniform. She was just so fucking hot bouncing around waving her pompoms that at first, Puck had difficulty paying attention to the game. But when he heard her actually cheer his name, Puck actually felt…well warm all over, which wasn't unbadass.
It was just…he'd never had anyone there rooting just for him since his mom always had to work and he didn't do the whole 'girlfriend' thing. So having her there made him want to prove that he wasn't a Lima Loser, so shut the fuck up already! He was still a badass, no matter what Rachel Berry's presence made he feel. Damn it!
But as it turned out, he was able to prove his super badassness as he scored four touchdowns during the game, which was amazing for the McKinley Titans, who had only won the last game by one point. So add his scores with that of their kicker, Kurt, and the couple of other touchdowns made, and McKinley High won another football game! To say the stands erupted in a frenzy would be an understatement.
The best part of the whole game for Puck, however, wasn't winning the game. No, it was being able to walk over to Rachel and have her fling herself at him, claiming his mouth with hers. Take that Finn Hudson! You're not the only one with a hot as fuck cheerleader girlfriend anymore. And maybe Puck spun her around to hear her excited squeal, but he was entitled since he just kicked ass.
"I'm so proud of you Noah! You were amazing! I never knew you had to run so much! No wonder you have such a great body." Rachel said, so caught up in the moment that she didn't even realize that she was not only stroking Puck's ego, but sounding like a normal human being while doing it.
"Thanks babe, I know you can't resist the guns." Rachel laughed as he set her down, trailing her hands down said guns and winking at him.
"They are extremely lovely Noah. Some of the best on the team, I have no doubt."
"Shit babe, they are the best. No one can compare. So, I need to go shower, will you wait for me?" Puck felt weird asking, as he had never done such a thing. When he and Santana were 'involved' he had just met her at the after party to hookup and get drunk, so it was weird to ask anyone to wait on him. Rachel just gave a nod before moving over to Brittany. Puck watched her go, smirking at the extra swish she put in her hips before he ran towards the locker room, wanting to get clean as quickly as possible.
"Hey Ray! You did great tonight!" Brittany said as she picked up her water bottle, taking a deep gulp before grabbing her bag.
"Thanks Britt. I think everyone did an exceptional job tonight, so we should all be proud." Rachel grabbed her own bag and the two began to move towards the gate, where the rest of the Glee club (minus footballers, duh) were mingling. She was a little surprised to see Santana, the previous "Hell Bitch" laughing with the small group. Some wonders never cease to amaze.
"Hey you two, you did really good." Tina said quietly, earning smiles from the two girls.
"Thank you Tina. I am very satisfied with the overall end result." The others good-naturally rolled their eyes at her, finally realizing that that was the way she was going to speak, and they would just have to get over it.
"Yeah girl, you rocked that song." Mercedes said, grinning. Rachel was still amazed that she seemed to be friends with the entire glee club, even Mercedes and Kurt. She really couldn't believe just how drastically her life had changed in such a short amount of time.
"Thanks Mercedes."
"So are you guys coming to the postgame party?" Brittany asked as she liked pinkies with Santana. The 'gleeks' shared a look before shrugging.
"Um…sure I don't see why not." Mercedes said. Rachel bit her lip, not wanting to disappoint them, but she eventually shook her head.
"I think I'm going to pass. I'm still not very comfortable with the majority of the school, and add aggressive, mean football players with alcohol and I think you have a bad mixture."
"But Rach, you have to come! You a Cheerio now, and no one is going to give you a hard time." Quinn said, giving the short girl a look, clearly showing that she thought Rachel was crazy.
"It's fine, I'll just…go to the next one. I'm just not ready to go through this rite of passage just yet. But I hope you all have a marvelous time." Rachel said, giving Brittany, who looked close to tears, a gentle squeeze.
"What are you guys talking about?" Finn asked as they guys came up behind them. Rachel almost jumped out of her skin, but the warm hand that wrapped around her waist anchored her.
"We're trying to talk Rach into going to the party, but she's being stubborn." Santana growled, glaring at her. Puck glanced down at her, a brow raised.
"Why don't you want to go to the party?"
"I just don't feel comfortable interacting with the football team any more than is strictly necessary Noah. Like I told the others, I hope you all go and enjoy yourselves. I'm just not ready to attempt to mingle with several of my past tormentors." Rachel almost cringed to herself, but she was starting to get angry. So what if she didn't want to go to a stinking party? What was the big deal? It wasn't like she was making the others refrain from going!
"If you're that sure, then we'll do something else." Puck said, squeezing her waist. Rachel gave him a blinding smile at his thoughtfulness.
"That's okay Noah; I really want you guys to go have fun. I'll probably just go home and watch a movie or something. It's not an inconvenience at all." This earned her another eye roll, but she just kept smiling, delighted that Puck would actually give up the party to hang out with her.
"Why don't we all do something together? I mean, we're all here." Finn asked, his dopey smile curving his lips. His arm was currently slung over Quinn's shoulders, but he couldn't stop his eyes from wandering over to the happy face of Rachel. He was still confused and amazed that she seemed to actually be happy with Puck, but Finn figured the relationship would end soon, as Puck wasn't a long-term guy.
Although, Puck looked really happy too, so maybe the two would actually stay together. Finn's heart clenched a little at the thought, but he really just wanted Rachel to be happy. So if he couldn't have her, than at least it was his best friend and not a stranger that got her.
"Oo, we could go bowling! Or go to a movie or something." Finn trailed off when he saw his first suggestion was not very well received. Rachel in particular did not want to go bowling, as they just brought back the fact that Finn had tried to manipulate her into rejoining the club.
"New Moon came out today!" Tina said, bouncing a little.
"I thought you said you parents didn't let you see the Twilight movie." Artie said, a confused look on his face. Tina blushed before mumbling that she had snuck out to see it.
"There is no way I'm sitting through a damn chick flick about sparkly vamps." Puck said, giving a shudder at the mere thought.
"How in the world do you know it's about "sparkly vamps"" Rachel asked, pulling away from him to give him an amused look. Puck glared at her for calling him out.
"Eli has not shut up about the damn series, even though Ma will not let her go watch it. Apparently the guy is "drool worthy", as Eli describes." Rachel begins to giggle at the thought of Eli bugging Puck about the movie, and she could clearly see the pained and irritated look that would have definitely been on his face. Puck continued to glare at her, which just set her off into a full out laugh.
"I agree with Puck, no chick flicks. 2012 came out last week and I haven't been able to see it." Matt said, desperately wanting to steer the conversation away from 'sparkly vamps'. The others began to nod in agreement, and when they turned to see if Puck and Rachel agreed, they were met with the sight of Puck attacking Rachel's sides in a tickle battle.
"Oh please stop! I can't breathe! No—ah!" Rachel panted as she tried to squirm away from the large hands, but Puck wasn't having any of it.
"Not until you say it." Rachel raised her head to glare at him, but he just restarted the tickle attack and she started laughing again. After a few more moments, she finally had to give in, as she feared she would pee herself if he tickled her anymore.
"Okay Noah, you are a badass and don't know anything about the Twilight Series. You're also the best kisser ever and the hottest guy in school. Please, just stop." Puck smirked down at her before wrapping his arms around her, letting her lean against him as she tried to catch her breath.
"Excuse me! I take offense to that statement! I am a lot hotter than Puck!" Mike said, pouting. The others laughed before they made their way to the parking lot, ignoring the Asian as he continued to claim to be hotter than Puck. Because seriously, that was not even possible. Like ever!
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The group has stormed the theatre, taking up an entire row and most of the popcorn and slurpies. But they all had fun, much to the inconvenience of the cleaners, as they tossed food around the row, starting a mini-food fight, much to Rachel's horror. And she would deny it if anyone asked her if she threw any food item at anyone! (Even if she did end up dousing Matt in popcorn)
When she got home, Rachel couldn't remember ever feeling so light and happy. She couldn't remember ever having as much fun, and the kiss Noah had given her on her doorstep still tingled on her lips. Saying goodnight to her dads, she floated up to her room to begin her nightly routine, which now consisted of several texts to and from Puck before she finally fell asleep.
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Sunday came quickly, as Rachel had spent Saturday cooking and hanging out with Puck. He hadn't been able to stay long, as his mother had picked up a shift so she didn't have to work on Thanksgiving, but Rachel loved every minute they were together. Especially given the fact that her 'monthly visitor' was on the way out, and Rachel hoped they would be able to get able to spend more time together soon.
The Berrys arrived at the Puckermans at one, and were quickly welcomed into the warm home, where the smell of glazed ham and turkey filled the house. Lea Puckerman always made more than necessary, as she would take the majority of the left overs to the local homeless shelter, much to the inhabitants delight.
Rachel was quickly pulled into the living room by Eli, and forced to sit next to Puck as the young girl seated herself next to her 'idol'. Puck just grinned at her and kissed her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. They were watching the Macy Thanksgiving Day Parade, and even though Rachel didn't really enjoy it, she did like being snuggled up against Puck's chest.
Overall, Puck and Rachel were only embarrassed a few times. While they had known each other their entire lives, they had usually been able to keep their parents from discussing anything too traumatic, but it appeared that once you get romantically involved with someone, all their past secrets just spill out of their parents' mouths. So they two were thankful that the embarrassment was kept to a minimum. And Puck was eternally grateful that his ma did not start talking about weddings and grandbabies, because he was just not prepared for that. Like at all.
They were, however, roped into doing performances, which Puck thought was just another way for his ma to embarrass him, but Rachel always light up like a freaking bulb when asked to perform, so he sucked it up. That shit right there, badass! Being able to make your girl happy with little to no shame, total badass. Oh, he was so the man.
The families finally separated around seven, with the teens having to sneak a kiss goodbye before the Berrys whisked their daughter away for evening Temple. Having parents sucked sometimes! Especially when they kept getting in the way of having hot make out sessions with his hot girlfriend. But he knew he was just lucky to get attached to a girl that had dads who actually liked him, so Puck wasn't willing to push his luck. He did not need Leroy Berry pulling out the shotgun on his ass. No thanks!
He just really wanted Tuesday to get here, as he wasn't going to be able to see Rachel again until then. At least the guys were coming over tomorrow for left overs and a Call of Duty smack down since he had to watch Eli. Life was good for one Noah Puckerman, thank you very fucking much. You can all go suck it if you think that doesn't make him a stud.
AN: Sorry for all the mistakes, but I figured you would rather have the story as is than not until later. Sorry again for the long wait! Please don't hate me! And please REVIEW! I'm already working on the next chapter, so please keep all pitchforks safely locked away! Love you guys!