"What the..." Quinn exclaimed loudly.

Startled, Rachel jumped back, pushing Puck away from her. Quinn was standing just inside the door, with Finn's arm wrapped around her waist.

"Quinn, uh.. Quinn forgot her bag." Finn stammered, gesturing to the red and white backpack sitting on the table. His eyes moved from Rachel to Puck and then back to Rachel, clearly wanting to ask what was going on.

Quinn pulled Finn closer to her and glared at Puck. "Looks like we're intruding on a private moment."

Finn just stood there silently, the look of confusion on his face turning to one of anger.

Rachel was furious, he was angry with her? He had just left her standing alone, crying, while he ran off to be with his pregnant girlfriend and he was angry with her? She heard Mercedes' voice in her head, "Oh, hell to the no!" Glancing at Puck, she saw that he was looking at Quinn with that irritating smirk on face. Before she could think about it, she grabbed Puck's hand.

"Don't worry about it Quinn, we were just leaving. Obviously this room is a little too public for what Noah and I have planned." Glancing down at Quinn's still flat belly, she continued, "I'm sure you understand what I mean." She saw the look of shock that fluttered over Puck's face but luckily he decided to play along. Letting go of her hand, he draped his arm around her shoulder, gave Finn a cocky head nod and guided her past the gaping couple into the hall.

"Noah? Did she just call him Noah?" Finn asked incredulously, as they passed through the door.

Once they were a safe distance from the auditorium, Rachel tried to pull away from Puck's arm. She was surprised when he pulled her tightly to his side.

"Don't even think about it Berry," he muttered into her ear. "You started this, you know. You can't bail out now."

Rachel let out a horrified gasp. "You... you aren't... we aren't... you can't seriously think we're going to..."

Puck's face turned bright red as he tried to hold back his laughter. "Only in your dreams, Berry. I just meant that they could still be watching us, and you need to make it look it good if you're going to pull this off." Puck pushed the doors to the parking lot open, and they walked together out into the cool night air.

Walking to a truck at the far end of the parking lot, he unlocked the passenger door and opened it, gesturing for her to get in. "C'mon, it's late, I'll give you a ride home."

Rachel shrank back slightly from the vehicle, with a look of uncertainty. The idea of being with him in an enclosed space for any length of time made her dizzy. "Is this really necessary?" she asked coolly.

She watched the easy smile on Puck's face twist into an angry snarl. "You basically just told Quinn and Finn we were going to go fuck, but I'm not good enough to give you a ride? Forget it..." He reached across her, intending to slam the door shut.

Just then they heard the heavy double doors creak open at the other end of the parking lot. Putting his hand on her lower back, he shoved her forward toward the open truck. "Get in" he growled, and she quickly swung herself into the seat. He closed the door behind her, and walked around to the drivers side. Without even thinking, Rachel reached across the cab and clicked the lock open for him.

He pulled himself into the driver's seat and slid the keys in the ignition. With a quick turn of his wrist, the engine roared to life and music blared from the speakers. Puck quickly backed out of the parking space and the tires pealed loudly as he sped out of the parking lot.

Rachel leaned her head back on the seat and closed her eyes. A low moan escaped her lips as the realization of what she had just done sank in. The loud rock music pounded in her head as she imagined several equally horrifying scenarios of what the next day would bring, and each one made her sink further into a pit of despair. She stole a quick look at Puck, but she couldn't read his expression in the dim lighting. Closing her eyes again, she wished silently that she would wake up from this nightmare.

"Where am I going?" Puck asked.

"Excuse me?"

Puck flicked a knob on the radio, and the music faded away. She realized that he had pulled into a gas station several blocks from school.

"Where do you live? You know, so I can drive you there? Unless you want to sit here all night," he said gesturing to the gas station. "Of course, they do make great slushies here..."

Rachel turned and was surprised to see him smiling. "It's okay, I can walk from here."

Puck's face turned serious. "It's ten thirty at night, Rachel, and you're already in my truck. Don't be stupid. Just tell me how to get to your house."

Rachel started to protest but the look on his face changed her mind. "Fine," she said, "Take a left out of here and go five blocks and take a right on Maple."

They drove in tense silence. After he turned down her street, Rachel pointed out her house to him. He pulled into the driveway, and Rachel clicked open her seatbelt. Opening the door, she started to get out, and then turned back toward him. "So what are we going to do about this?" she asked.

"We?" he smirked, "this is your mess Berry, we aren't going to do anything."

"But... but... Finn and Quinn are going to think... people are going to think..." she lowered her voice to a whisper, "people are going to think we had sex!"

Puck just shrugged. "Oh well," he said casually.

"Oh well?" she hissed. "Oh well?"

"It's not like it'll be a first for me Berry," he said, "Or a second... or a third.. or..."

"Yes, thank you," she interrupted "you've made your point quite clear. It will however, be a first for me."

"Should have thought of that before you dragged me into your little production there, Berry."

"Ha," she snorted, "I hardly dragged you into this. But I digress," she continued in an icy tone, "you gave me fair warning that you weren't a nice guy. I should have listened more carefully." She climbed down and slammed the door behind her.

Leaning over, Puck rolled down the window. "Hey Berry," he called.

Flipping her hair back, she looked over her shoulder at him. "What?"

"If it makes you feel better," he purred with a wicked grin,"I'll be sure to tell Finn what a wildcat you were."

Rachel whipped her head around and stomped up the stairs to her front door.

For the second time today, she left Puck staring behind her, admiring both her guts and her ass.