Author's note: Sorry about the delay. I've been down for the count since Monday with a horrendous strain of the stomach bug. (I know, excuses, excuses) Plus a little writer's block.

I did watch last night's episode with extreme delight, although I noticed I got irritated when Santana and Matt were hugging. Funny how my little world has become reality in my head.

This may seem a little out of left field, but I promise... it ties in.

Rachel glanced at the bathroom door and wondered if Puck was okay. It had finally dawned on her that he may have been more "affected" by their make-out session than she had previously assumed, and that thought made her smile.

Looking down at her phone, she saw that Kurt had sent her a text.

You got some 'splaining to do, Lucy. Did you somehow arrange a personality transplant for Noah Puckerman?

She responded quickly.

Why? What have you heard?

Looking up she saw that Puck had emerged from the bathroom. He looked pale and he was nervously combing his hair into a point with his fingers.

"Are you okay? You were in there for a long time." She was trying hard to keep a straight face. He looked so nervous that she decided to go easy on him. "Do dairy products upset your stomach?"

He smiled, but didn't relax any.

"I'm fine Rach."

"Good, I'm glad."

She watched him shift uncomfortably from side to side.

"Rachel, I really need to talk to you about something…"

Just then her phone beeped again.

For starters, he asked me, nicely, for your phone number last night. I almost died from shock.

She frowned and looked at up at Puck.

"Did you really ask Kurt Hummel for phone number last night?"

"Yeah, but Rach… I really need…"

The phone beeped again.

Then I read Jacob's blog this morning, nice video by the way. Next time though, remember that your left side is your good side.

Rachel was confused. Video? What video? Scooting off the bed, she walked over to her desk and flipped open her laptop.

"Baby, seriously, I really need to tell you something…"

Rachel swatted her hand at him.

"Hold on, I want to see the video Kurt's talking about."

"Huh? Video? What video?"

Rachel gave him an impatient look.

"That was my question exactly."

"Rachel, seriously, stop... this is important."

Rachel quickly typed in the web address for Jacob Israel's blog. She scanned through the latest entry quickly and gasped.

PuckleBerry-Has she finally found a leading man, or is he just after a little casting couch action?

McKinley High's most unlikely couple, Rachel Berry and Noah Puckerman, were spotted getting hot and heavy in the student parking lot after last night's game. Shortly after that, sources say the sophomore diva showed up on the arm of the school's resident cougar hunter at Mark Watt's after game party, sparking a tense moment between Puck and a Quinn-less Finn Hudson. One has to wonder what the deal is, as the two were also spotted arguing about Miss Berry in the parking lot yesterday morning.

It appears Rachel Berry has gone from the bottom of the social barrel, to having two football stars fighting over her, practically overnight. Has she cast a spell with her voice? Unlikely. It's more probable that Puck finally noticed that the girl has a pair of killer legs, showcased by miniskirts and knee socks. Berry may be a cub, but Puck has always been an equal opportunity man-whore, as long as the girl is hot and willing. The video evidence suggests that this little school girl may not be innocent after all.

The question we should be asking is how Hudson fits into the triangle. He's obviously been the object of Berry's most recent desires, but she's no match for his girlfriend, the beautiful Queen Bee Quinn Fabray. Despite Finn's sudden interest in singing and dancing, their cliché relationship seems to have remained solid. So where was Quinn last night? And why is Finn reacting so strongly to his best friend's attempts to get a piece of Berry pie? Unless perhaps, Finn had his thumb in said pie first? Stay tuned…

The blog post was accompanied by a grainy cell phone video of their second kiss in the parking lot. Her jaw dropped open in horror. Not only was Kurt right, her right side really was her bad side, but she looked like she was throwing herself at Puck in the ill lit footage. Had she really been pressing herself against him like that? She was still hazy on the details, but she didn't remember grabbing his face between her hands. Good Lord, it looked like she was trying to suck the air out of his lungs. And who exactly had filmed them? Granted, she'd been distracted, but she didn't remember seeing anyone close by.

"What the fuck?"

Rachel looked up to see Puck staring over her shoulder.

"Damn, princess, you were all over me," he said, as the cocky smirk settled onto his face, "not that I blame you."

"That isn't funny Noah. This is embarrassing. No, it's beyond embarrassing, it's humiliating," she said, as she whirled to face him.

It was humiliating. The video, combined with the story, made her out to be some kind of cheap flavor of the week. It was one thing to have people talk at a party, it was quite another to have footage of herself acting like a wanton hussy posted for the world to see. She could just see this coming back to haunt her someday when she was famous. What if her father's stumbled on this? They'd know she had lied to them, and they'd be incredibly disappointed in her lack of discretion. Everyone at school read this inane blog, and even if she managed to get Jacob to take it down, the damage was already done.

His face hardened. "Humiliating?"

"Of course it is! Everyone at school will see this and think… they'll think I'm…." she was waving her hand in frustration, searching for the right words.

"Think you're what Berry? Interested in me?" he spat.

"Did you actually read what he wrote, or were you too busy patting yourself on the back? You have no idea what this means for me," she said throwing her hands up, "I'll be a laughingstock."

"As opposed to?" he shot back angrily.

She saw the look of regret flash across his face when he realized what he'd said, but his words felt like a slap in the face.

"Rach, come on, I didn't mean that…" he said, grabbing her arm.

She twisted out of his reach. "Maybe you didn't mean to say it, but obviously, it's what you think." Crossing her arms over her chest, she tilted her chin up. "It was exceedingly foolish of me to think that a tiger could change it's stripes."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Exactly what it sounds like. Up until three days ago, you've never been anything but a complete jerk to me. It was preposterous to think that wasn't your true nature. Though it's worth mentioning, you're a heck of an actor."

She walked over to the door, and gestured pointedly.

" I'm sure you've gotten a big kick of this little game, but it ends now. Get out."