I hope you enjoy the next installment of Let's Get Together... Things heat up a bit between the two... finally. ;)

"…Making Christopher Cross a Golden Globe, Oscar, and 5 time Grammy award winner!" Schue enthused as we all tried to not kill ourselves while we listened.

Seriously, I'm about to give myself a swirly, because it would be more fun than listening to this.

"Yes, Brittany?" Schue asked as the Cheerio shot her hand into the air.

"I would just like to say that from now on I demand to have every solo in glee club."

Everyone sat up from their half-asleep positions and looked at her before turning sharply to Mr. Schue. This was certainly one way to perk up our awful lesson plan for the day.

Even Schue seemed completely perplexed when he asked, "What?"

"When I had my teeth cleaned, I had to most amazing Britney Spears fantasy," she answered monotonously. "I sang and danced better than her. Now, I realize what a powerful woman I truly am."

"I went with her," Santana smirked. "And I had a Britney fantasy too. Although, not that I think about it, I'm not sure how our fantasy's combined…"

"Whatever they're on, I want some…"

I shuddered lightly as Puck's breath hit the back of my ear. I turned to him and rolled my eyes, to which he responded with a wide and evil smirk.

"See Mr. Schue, I told you!" Kurt exclaimed. "Britney Spears busted our Brit out of her everyday fragmented haze of confusion and gave her the confidence to step up and perform!"

"I am more talented than all of you," Brittney spoke causing me to hold back my snort of laughter. "It's Britney, bitch."

That time, I didn't hold back my laughs.

"Guys, we're not doing Britney Spears, and that's final," Schue said.

"Mr. Schue, you're letting your own personal issues get in the way of something that we are all telling you we really want to do!" Kurt argued. "I mean, this club regularly pays tribute to pop culture and Britney Spears is pop culture. To suggest otherwise-"

"Kurt!" Schue shouted, and Quinn and I both jumped in surprise from his outburst. "I am not talking about this any more!"

"Jeez let loose a little would you!" Kurt shouted back. "Stop being so freakin' uptight all the time!"

My mouth dropped in shock as I turned in my seat to see Kurt's red, exasperated face. Quinn gripped my arm, and we turned to each other, both obviously thinking what the hell just happened?

"Kurt," Schue spoke calmly. "I'll see you in the principals office."

As I watched Kurt make his way down the risers, I noticed the entire group with their jaws slack, as well. Everyone was shocked, but we also knew that was the most badass thing Kurt has ever done.

He just rose a few points in everyone's eyes.

"Berry?"

I stopped after entering the dentist's office to see Rachel sitting patiently in the waiting area with a copy of a Britney Spear autobiography in her hands.

"Oh, hi Grace," she smiled and patted the seat next to her. I quirked an eyebrow, but sat down anyways.

"What are you doing here? I thought those capsules left your teeth nice and clean?" she asked.

"Routine cleaning," I nodded. "I've had this appointment for a while."

"Well," she straightened in her seat. "I admire your responsibility for your oral hygiene."

"My dad makes me come so the insurance will cover it…" I shrugged indifferently.

The door to the back opened and Mr. Schue came strolling out. "Hey Rachel, Grace," he nodded.

"Mr. Schuester," Rachel said, almost alarmed.

"You girls all set?" he asked. "You don't need me to wait with you?"

I rolled my eyes but smiled. "No thanks, Mr. Schue."

"No," Rachel said. "I've been taking herbal anti-anxiety pills and reading the unauthorized biography of Britney Spears to stay calm. I look forward to the days when the paparazzi push me to attacking them."

I sighed and shot her a look. "It's really not a big deal, Rachel, you'll be fine. You get knocked out and then you're awake a minute later."

"Is that candy?" Rachel asked Schue, completely ignoring me.

"Yeah," Schue disregarded her. "Good luck."

Rachel hesitantly took the piece of candy from Schue's hand before quickly shoving it into her purse.

The door opened again and this time Dr. Howell stepped out. "Alright, ladies. Who's first?"

"You drive me crazy!"

I woke up to a hazy world and saw a dark haired figure in front of me. "Adrian Grenier?" I asked.

"No, still Dr. Howell," he chuckled. My vision cleared a bit and I groaned. "How're you feeling?"

"I saw Sabrina the Teenage Witch," I muttered as I sat up.

"Rock on," Howell laughed.

I tried not to glare at the man as he lead me back to the waiting room where Rachel was sitting, still looking high as a kite. I sat next to her and she rolled her head my way.

"Grace," she said seriously. "I had a Britney fantasy."

"Me too," I mumbled. "It was crazy. I was in the Drive Me Crazy video with the Entourage guy and Melissa Joan Hart. I was freaking Britney Spears."

"Baby, One More Time," she nodded with half masked eyes.

"Rachel, you've been off your anesthesia for nearly an hour," I told her, and when she just continued to stare I sighed.

"You need a ride home?" I asked.

"That would be lovely, Grace," she slurred. I hauled her out of her seat and pulled her out to my car and nearly tossed her in.

"I had an idea, Grace," Rachel grinned lazily. "I know about your bet with Puck-"

"You know?" I asked.

"Everyone knows," she laughed. "You should come over, I have an idea that will help you win."

"I don't know, Rachel…"

"I promise, it will be awesome."

And that's how I ended up at school the next day, hair curled and make up done, with black yoga pants and a short, shimmery emerald top, looking exactly like Britney Spears in her video I dreamed about.

I glanced at Rachel as I passed her in the hallway. She smiled and gave me a thumbs up. She was also dressed up, but she was in a Brittney school girl outfit with pigtails. It was something to do with an argument she and Finn were having. I didn't really listen to her when she explained it.

It was weird, and pretty unpleasant. The feeling of every guy's heads turning and staring as I walking down the hallway. I don't know how Quinn and the Cheerios did it. I mean, I knew they were attention whores, but this freakin' sucks!

I screamed as a figure pushed my into an empty storage closet and nearly lost my footing. "Shi- NOAH?"

I crossed my arms and glared at the back of his head as he shut and locked the door. "What the hell?"

"I could ask you the same thing!" he said while gesturing to my torso.

"What?" I asked, unfolding my arms and placing my hands on my hips.

"The hell are you wearing? I didn't know you had that crap hidden in your closet," he frowned.

"I didn't," I rolled my eyes. "Well, the pants are mine, but the shirt is Rachel's."

"Berry?" he asked incredulously. "Why the hell do you have Berry's shirt… and why does she own that shirt?"

"I don't know," I sighed. "We were both at the dentist yesterday and came up this plan while coming off our anesthetics… anyways she has this freaky collection of Britney costumes…"

I shuddered when I remembered the closet of the Berry's guest bedroom and the amount of costumes the girl had crammed inside. It was more than creepy.

"Look, I appreciate your trying to win this bet, but please just put this on," Puck tossed a hoodie of is at me and I caught it questioningly.

"That would defeat the purpose of me wearing this," I pointed out, gesturing to my small top.

"It served its' purpose," he sighed. "Trust me."

I paused a moment before groaning. "Gross," I said while slipping his sweatshirt on.

"You wear shit like that; you don't get to complain about how it affects straight dudes."

"Whatever," I mumbled as we both exited the room.

"Hey," I called after Noah when we started to spilt down different hallways. He turned and raised an eyebrow as we watched me approach him. "We never discussed what we want after winning the bet."

"I think you know what I want," he smirked deeply. I tried to keep my eyes from widening. Its true, I knew what we wanted, I was just afraid to hear him say it.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"A date," I smiled. "A real, honest-to-God date."

"That's it?" he laughed causing me to scowl and push his shoulder.

"Gracie," he smiled. "If all you wanted was for me to take you on a date, you should've just said so. Now we have this stupid bet going."

"Yeah, well, I'm going to win," I smiled. "But, y'know if you'd have just taken me on a date in the first place, we wouldn't have to be doing this."

"I like the keep things interesting," he shrugged.

"You're impossible."

"Well, Rachel, congratulations," Santana smirked. "Normally, you dress like the fantasy of a perverted Japanese business man with a very specific fetish, but today I actually like you're look. Yay." Santana gave a light clap as Rachel grinned broadly at the girl and thanked her.

"Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy," Artie laughed with some hand gestures that caused me to erupt with laughter. Thank God Finn wasn't in here yet, we didn't need Artie a quadriplegic.

"Hey," Tina said while turning to me. "What happened to your Britney outfit?"

"Yeah, Grace," Brit said with a sad voice. "Didn't Britney help you?"

"My Britney outfit served it's purpose," I told them while playing with the drawstings on Puck's sweatshirt.

"By giving Puck a hardon?" Santana asked. "That's pretty easy anyways."

I laughed as Noah gave her the middle finger. "Spread your evil elsewhere, Satan," he told her.

Santana narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth to retort when Schue came strolling in. "Hey guys," he greeted.

"Guess who's on the football team!" Finn announced as he and Artie came in behind Schue.

"These guys!" Artie cheered with his hands in the air.

"Wait," Quinn said. "I was pretty sure Artie's legs don't work?"

"Did you get a leg transplant," Brittany spoke.

Artie smiled brightly. "Nope! My teammates can push my chair like a battering ram," he responded.

"We checked," Finn's grin matched Artie's. "There's no rules against it."

"And I have Britney Spears to thank," Artie announced.

"You're welcome," Brittany told him.

"Britney plus nitrous gave me an amazing idea. And it gave me the nerve to tell coach Beiste that Finn and I both really want to be on the team," he explained further.

"Wait, so you're really back on the football team?" Rachel asked with a slight panic in her voice.

"Yup," Finn smirked back at her.

"Suddenly you're way hotter," Santana smiled evilly at him. "Weird."

"Wait I don't get it," Noah said. "How come everyone is having Britney Spears fantasies? I want one."

"The nitrous oxide dentist's use is a mild hallucinogen," Artie explained. "Studies have concluded that it causes vivid dreams, often ones about what the patient was last thinking about. So, since we've all been thinking so much about Britney Spears lately…"

"Okay guys," Schue interrupted with a clap of his hands. "Listen up."

"Mr. Schue, if I may," Kurt spoke while raising his hand.

"Kurt, I head what you guys where talking about, and the answer is no," Schue said. "No, I wont stand in the way anymore. If you guys want to do Britney at the assembly, I'm fine with it."

Everyone erupted in cheers of approval of Schue decision. "I know!" Schue smiled. "Even better, I am going to do it with you!"

Everyone stopped and stared at him in confusion. Why the hell did Schue want to do Britney?

I nearly raced home after our Britney performance ended with a crazy fire alarm and near-rioting teenagers. Seriously, it was the craziest thing I've ever witnessed. I didn't bother saying goodbye to anyone when I left. I bee-lined straight to my car and sped home, trying to calm myself down and talk myself out of what I was contemplating doing.

But, hell, I couldn't. I wanted him.

I needed him.

I grabbed onto the door knob of the Puckerman's front door nervously and slowly opened the front door, and poked my head inside to find it still and quiet. "Noah?" I called lightly while entering and shutting the door softly. I slipped off my shoes and padded my way up stairs, walking quietly until I was in his doorway.

"Noah?" I asked again while looking around his bedroom. I stopped and smiled lightly as the familiar scent of him filled my gut with butterflies.

The sound of a door opening in the hallway caught my attention and I leaned against his doorway to see him standing in his bathroom just across the hall while washing his hands. He was shirtless and his jeans were riding low; just the way I liked them.

"Hey, Puckerman," I said with a sneaky smile. Noah jumped lightly before turning to me with a happily quirked eyebrow; He slowly smirked and took a few steps towards me, and I couldn't help but bit my lower lip and I watched him. He was one fine specimen, and he was all mine. Well, mostly.

"My face is up here, Ms. Harper," Puck spoke, and as I snapped my attention to his face I noticed a smug smirk. I smiled and approached him.

"Sorry, I get a little distracted sometimes," I teased lightly while stopping a foot in front of him. Noah reached forward and hooked his finger onto my belt loop, pulling me forward almost roughly.

Our hips crashed together and I placed my hands onto his bare chest. "I know what you mean," he muttered lowly while ducking his head down towards mine. I met him half way and got on my tippy toes to press my lips against his. Noah sunk his teeth gently into my bottom lip, and I was more than happy to oblige. I dropped my jaw slowly, letting his tongue enter and message against mine.

My breath hitched in my throat and I grabbed onto Noah's bare shoulders tightly, pressing myself against him harder and deepening our kiss. Noah quickly responded by running his hands down my backside and grabbing my thighs, hoisting me up. I wrapped my legs around his hips and let out a breathy laugh while staring into his hazel eyes. I brought my lips back down to his hungrily and he walked us back into his bedroom. As we walked through his doorway, I reached out my foot and kicked his door shut to which he responded by running his calloused hands up the back of my shirt. My skin burned under his touch and I couldn't help but arch into him with a light gasp.

This seemed to set Noah off, because the next thing I knew we were on his bed and our clothes were coming off.

"So, I guess we both lose," I mused lightly as I lay nearly on top of Noah's chest, trying to stay as close to him as possible. It was proven to be easy, considering his arm nearly had me pinned to him.

"I'd say we both won," he said. Noah's voice was low and gruff and made the little hairs on my neck stand up. I looked up to see a satisfied smirk on his lips.

"Somehow, I should've known you'd say that," I responded with a small laugh as I looked back down and traced patterns on his bare chest.

"Grace…" he spoke, causing me to look up at him. "This isn't just some hookup for me."

"Good," I smiled lightly. "Otherwise I'd cut your dick off."

Noah's eyebrows shot up and my smile grew. "Scary thing is that I believe you," he spoke with a grimace.

I laughed lightly before leaning up and kissing him. "I have to go," I said regretfully. "My dad should be home soon and so will your mom and Liz."

"This is the first time I'm not the one leaving," Noah chuckled as he shucked on his jeans while I dressed as well.

I pulled on my sweatshirt before looking to him with amusement. "Well, I'm glad I could be a first for you," I laughed lightly.

Noah and I locked eyes and he smiled lightly at me. It was that smile that made your heart skip a beat and your stomach flip. I smiled back as he stepped forward and cupped my cheek before kissing me softly.

I pulled away and took a deep breath. "This still means you owe me a real date, you know," I breathed.

Noah hummed in amusement. "I guess I could do that," he said.

"You better make it good," I chuckled.

"Babe, it's going to be the most epic of all dates. You haven't gone on a date until it's been a date with the Puckerone."

I laughed before nodding. "Whatever you say," I shook my head.

We had made it to the front door before Noah grabbed me again and turned me around. "Hey," he said softly.

"Hey yourself," I responded with a small smile.

He leaned down and kissed me softly. "I don't want you to regret this," he said.

"Then don't make me regret it," I told him before kissing him.