"I hate you, Noah Puckerman," she'd hissed at him.

The anger in her voice made him flinch. He knew he deserved it though. The slap had taken him by surprise. How could such a tiny creature create that much force? He'd taken closed fist punches that had hurt less. He knew he should apologize to her, but he sucked with words and he knew he'd fuck it up. She was staring at him, fury blazing in her eyes. He was actually kind of scared of her. Turned on by it too, but he was a teenage guy and hell, just about everything turned him on, so he wasn't too bothered by it.

He really should apologize. She was going to lecture him, he could see it coming. He hated her lectures. "Ah, fuck it." he thought. He yanked her back and kissed her again.

She struggled in his arms for a brief moment, and then went limp as his mouth devoured hers. He didn't start slowly this time, and it took her a second to catch up, but when she did... Holy shit. She pressed herself against him so tightly that he had to turn them both so the truck was behind him to avoid falling over. She was going to kill him if she kept this up, but at least he'd die a happy man.

Damn it. He had to stop this. He was dangerously close to a Cinco de Mayo episode of epic proportions. What the hell? He hadn't had that happen to him since he was 13. He pictured his mom walking in on him shortly after he'd discovered the joys of Rosie Palm and her five sisters. Yup, that did the trick. Peeling her off him, he ended the kiss.

Her eyes were glazed over and she was breathing heavily. He know he only had a few seconds to come up with something good, or she'd go back to being furious.

"Wanna go to a party?"

"Huh? What? Party? What party?"

He almost laughed. It amused him to know that he'd kissed her senseless. He was so the man.

"A party, you know, like with people, and music, and beer." He wondered briefly if she'd ever even been to a party before. Probably not. "It's a football thing." He saw her falter. She knew she was supposed to be mad.

"You want to take me to party? A party for the football team? With other football players there?" she asked, her voiced laced with disbelief.

"Sure. Why not?" He was a genius. A fucking genius.

She eyed him warily. "What's the catch?"

"No catch. I, Noah Puckerman," he said gesturing to himself, "would like to take you, Rachel Berry to a party." He reached his hand out, offering it to her. She looked like her head was going to explode she was thinking so hard.

Tentatively, she placed her hand in his. "Okay."

Grabbing his bag, he threw it in the bed of the truck. He picked her purse up off the bumper and handed it to her, and walked her around to the passenger side door. Unlocking it, he opened it and helped her in. He waited until she put her seat belt on and leaned over and gave her a quick peck on the lips. He could tell she was still confused by the turn of events.

Walking around to the driver's side door, he congratulated himself on his quick thinking. He'd safely sidestepped a huge argument with her. All he had to do was take her to the party. The party that everybody who was anybody at McKinley High would be at. Fuck. He was an idiot.

As he climbed into the truck he tried to convince himself that this was going to be okay. He was a stud. He could wear a dress to school and people would think it was cool. Of course wearing a dress to school would quite possibly create less of a scandal than his showing up to a party with Rachel was going to.

Turning the truck on, he glanced at the clock on the dash and saw that it was almost eleven PM. A surge of hope rushed through him. "Do you have a curfew?"

He hoped she did. He hoped it was 11:15.

"No" she responded casually, "I told my dads I was staying at Tina's tonight."

His heart sank. Then he realized what she had said. Rachel Berry had lied to her parents? What had she been planning on doing that required her to stay out all night? The realization hit him like a ton of bricks.

Fuck it, he'd figure out a way to pull this off. It'd be worth it to figure out just what the hell what she wore under those skirts.