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In the words of (my version of) Rachel Berry, "I possess impeccable taste, thank you very much. Being gifted myself, I recognize talent when I hear it, and though it pains me to admit it, that was exceptional,"

Okay so I'm not egotistical enough to claim to be gifted, but I do recognize talent when I see it. If you haven't read Conversations Between Two McKinley High Students or Sleep Out In the Quiet by Glow, please stop now and go read them. It's okay, my story will be here when you get back. Promise. Trust me, it'll be worth your time.

Done with those? Okay, you may continue....

She felt like she had slammed head first into a stone wall. Except this stone wall radiated heat. Slowly she became aware of the strong arm wrapped around her waist, and she realized that it was his chest beneath her open palms. Her legs were straddling his hard thigh and her lips were only inches from his. If she closed her eyes and leaned forward...

They were nose to nose and she was still staring into his eyes. Oh god, those eyes... Looking into them she saw nothing but raw lust and pure carnal pleasure. Just as she was about to give up, or rather give in, something stopped her. It was barely a flicker, but something was different... wrong even.

She pushed herself back from his chest, but the firm arm at her waist held her tightly against him.

"Really Noah?" she whispered, "That's the best you've got?"

A few moments passed, and suddenly he dropped his eyes from hers.

"Puck," he muttered.

Tilting her head, she asked "Excuse me?"

He cleared his throat and said again, "Puck. My name is Puck." His voice dropped again, "Only my mom calls me Noah."

"Well, Noah, I asked you a question. Is the best you have have to offer? Because this is a pretty lousy attempt at distraction." It took everything she had to say that with a straight face. It was actually a brilliant way to distract her, and if she wasn't careful, she still might fall for it. Really, his mouth was still so close to hers, and she was pretty sure if he let her go right now, she'd fall to the ground in a quivering mass of flesh.

He brought his eyes back up to meet hers, and with a sigh, he loosened his grip on her waist. He didn't let go completely, but she was able to push back from his chest and put a foot or so of distance between them.

"Sugar cookies and sex..." he murmured.

Rachel look puzzled.

He laughed, a soft smile on his face. "You smell like sugar cookies and sex."

"Well, I... umm..." she stammered, then laughed. "Thank you, I think?"

"You're welcome"

"You do know that phrase!" she said with an exaggerated gasp.

"Ha, Ha" he said, and nuzzled his face in her neck, breathing the scent of her in.

Oh goodness, oh god.... he was doing it again.

"Seriously Noah.." she said, pulling back even further.

"Puck."

"Noah, why do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Every time I even get close to a subject you don't like, you either stomp away or do this."

"And what is this?" he asked teasingly.

"This is you trying to distract me or scare me away by trying to... to..."

"To what, Rach?" he said, reaching up to twirl a lock of her hair between his fingers.

"To seduce me. You're taking advantage of my raging hormones."

"Yeah, is it working?"

"Is what working?"

"Am I seducing you? Making your hormones rage?"

The look on his face made Rachel want to melt into his arms, but suddenly she heard Finn's voice echoing in her head. "He may be a good guitar player, but that doesn't make him a nice guy."

"And if I let you? What then?"

He let out a low throaty chuckle, "Do you want me to draw you a map?" The hand on her back slid lower, his fingers brushing the edge of her skirt.

Reaching down she pulled his hand away. "No, I mean after that. What happens then? Are you my boyfriend? Are we friends? Do you you still throw slushies on me?"

The smile faded from his face. "I don't know, I didn't think that far ahead. I didn't think it would get this far. I figured you'd run."

Her body stiffened, and her face went blank. She shook her head, "Wrong answer, Puck."

"PUCKERMAN!" Coach Tanaka's voice echoed down the hall, "Pre-game, locker room, NOW!"

"Yeah, I'm coming..." Puck answered, pulling away from her. "Look Rach..."

"NOW PUCKERMAN!"

He started jogging down the hall, turned halfway down the hall and looked back at her.

"Come to the game tonight... we can talk after." He didn't wait for her response and he turned the corner and sprinted toward the locker room.

Author's note: Okay ladies and gents, that's it for tonight. If I write any more I'm going to need a cold shower before bed. :)