Whoa! How many emails I got when I came home from school the day after I uploaded the previous chapter really made my day. More than half were like story-alerts, so at least people like the story. And thanks to everyone who reviewed, favourited, author alerted, story alerted... oh and btw, who put me in the community thing? No, I'm not angry in fact I was literally jumping on my bed like some lost freak when I found out. Whoever submitted my story on the community thing, thanks so much. :D

What time is it now? 2:55AM... on a Saturday. No wonder I almost fell asleep in my Science Physical exam. I know for sure I failed that, I mean I studied the wrong sections. Psshh, oh well it's Science, no one really gives a crap about it in my school.

Oh and this is like so random, but I have added an 'OC' if you can call it that. You will probz be like ZOMG at the end or when you see the OC. Haha.

Disclaimer: Please, I would be nominated for so many awards if I owned Glee. I could outshine my brother in the trophy department if I wanted to, but me being a slacker and a lazy hobo, no thanks. Enjoy!!!

"Walk faster Puck."

"Make me."

"I don't see the big deal of this; just move your legs with more speed."

"Are you trying to hint that we do something dirty, Berry?"

"What?! Oh god no! I swear Noah Puckerman; you are nothing but a… argh!"

"Keep telling yourself that."

"Argh, why can't you dimwit just leave me alone," Rachel bitterly exclaimed, pacing faster to get away from her worst nightmare. Unfortunately for her, Puck seemed to catch on to her actions.

"Wow, your skirt just bounces everywhere when you are trying to get away from me. You have got to stop doing this to me Berry, you're killing me," Puck exclaimed, placing a hand on his heart, smirking.

Rachel stopped ambling, resulting to Puck almost falling on top of her. She turned around, twirling her chocolate hair and glared at Puck dangerously. Before she could say anything at all, there were three things she noticed right away. One, his mocha eyes that had a flash of green looked exotic. Two, his face was only inches away from hers. And three, wasn't that person running in their direction –

"Get out of my way or you will crush my newly beloved!" A very familiar voice echoed through the hallway, and ran past where Puck and Rachel just happened to be standing. "Touch her and you will suffer with my mad dancing skills." They had seemed to be clutching on some sort of bowler hat which looked strangely and utterly like the one Kurt was begging Mr. Schue to give to him.

Rachel and Puck both ignored the figure that just zoomed past them, and proceeded with their bickering argument. "I swear you have no respect for girls whatsoever," Rachel screeched at Puck.

Puck made a 'psshh' sound, not really caring. "For your information Berry, I do have respect for the ladies, especially if they do the one thing that I want from them," he retorted, winking.

Rachel scoffed, disgusted with his implications. "That is just vulgar and totally unloyal. You should be ashamed of yourself."

Puck's gaze now went to his shoes, kicking them on the ground a little. "I know what you mean, and I absolutely agree with you."

Rachel was taken aback with his words. Did he really regret all his past actions? Maybe deep down he wasn't the crude pervert that always had to have a pointless verbal conversation with her. Maybe deep down in that cold black heart of his with the lock wrapped around it was something bright red, glowing inside and ready to be let out. Yeah, that seemed like a fair enough answer.

"And because of that, you should spank me," he added, wiggling his eyebrows mischieviously.

Scratch that long thought.

Horrified, Rachel opened her mouth to rebut, but Puck bet her to it. "I've been a bad boy, and I need to come to my senses. I think I need a good girl to come and fix this screwed up problem of mine, and… did you put your hand up? Well, you can be the first to help me change this bad boy," Puck whispered seductively in her ear.

Rachel squealed with anger. "Eww, I would never associate myself with a disgusting pervert like you." She crossed her arms across her chest, raising an eyebrow and glancing at Puck sternly. Puck seemed to find it adorable that her facial expression looked like something Bambi would do.

"You so want this hunk of candy," Puck pointed out, his thumbs referring to himself obviously. This resulted to an eye roll from the diva, who began to walk away from him.

"Oh yeah definitely. I want you Puck… to leave me alone!" And with that, she stormed off to class.

Puck watched her retreating form, chuckling a little. Did she not know where her Maths class was? "Hey beautiful, your class is the other way," he shouted.

Next thing to happen, Rachel paced in the opposite direction, to where her Maths class really was. "I knew that," she mumbled.

Her hushed response just made him smirk more. "Sure you did, gorgeous."

"Stop calling me those icky nicknames Puck."

"You know you love them, honey bunny."

"I hate you Noah Puckerman, deep down I really do."

As she turned a corner, disappearing from his sights, Puck turned the other way and headed for his History class, sneering at the girl's response. "She so wants me."

********

Lunchtime at McKinley High should be a time where people aren't stressed right? You're definitely completely and utterly wrong about that, especially when the topic is about…

"I swear to the Holy Man above us, they really need to be locked in a closet together."

"Seriously, can you imagine if they actually get together and later on got married? And if they had a kid?"

"P-Puck as a d-d-dad? Gee, th-that would b-be a f-first."

"But he did get Quinn pregnant."

"But they have absolutely no chemistry whatsoever!"

Mercedes and Artie, as well as their Asian-American Goth friend Tina Cohen-Chang were discussing the one thing everyone in Glee wants to happen – the beauty and the beast to hook up. Before they could continue their debate in the cafeteria, a bouncy Kurt joined them, smiling for joy.

"Guess what guys, you would not believe it!"

"Did Mr. Schue join in on the plan?" Mercedes enquired to her fashionista friend.

"What? Oh that… yeah he did, but that's not important right now. I think I'm in love," Kurt gushed, placing his hands on his heart.

"With whom? Whom?" Mercedes grabbed his wrist, demanding answers while Artie and Tina nodded, wanting to know themselves.

Kurt flashed a smirk to his bootylicious friend. "Let's just say that when I first saw her, it was definitely love at first sight. Screw my car, I have a new love and it will be magnificent."

"Ooh, wh-where is sh-she?" Tina stuttered, growing more curious as to who has bitten Kurt with the love bug.

Kurt's smile just grew bigger. "Ladies, and Artie, I present to you my new love," he announced, placing that infamous bowler hat on the table. Mercedes, Artie and Tina whipped their heads around as to find Kurt's mysteriously 'new girl' but the only girls they saw were Quinn, Brittany and Santana who just walked into the cafeteria.

Mercedes turned and gave Kurt an evil glare. "Are you stupid or something? You're in love with one of the cheerios? I'm pretty sure you are using too much conditioner for that hair of yours."

Kurt gasped, placing both hands around the base of the bowler hat, offended with his friends' words. "OMG you did not just say that! As if I would go with a cheerio, I mean have you seen the hair products they use?" He turned to where the Cheerios sat in the popular table with the other members of their elite group and the jocks, and faced Mercedes to continue with what he was saying. "They use the cheap brands, it's embarrassing enough."

Before Mercedes could rebut her answer, Kurt just continued with his sentence. "Oh and by the way, I use the right amount of conditioner every day thank you very much. I need it to have some flop, bounce but mostly dazzle under the moony lit sky." To prove his point, he flipped his hair around, resulting to an eye roll from Mercedes and a sigh from Artie.

Tina seemed confused. "Th-then who are y-you in l-lo-love with?"

Kurt's smile got bigger once again. "Introducing Katy," he again announced, letting go of his bowler hat. Again, Mercedes, Artie and Tina whipped their heads around to the cafeteria entrance, seeing only Finn, Matt, Mike and Puck who had entered, making their way to the popular table. What surprised the trio was that Puck turned in their direction then swiftly faced his jock buddies.

How peculiar.

However, they were more focused on who this 'Katy' person was. Kurt cleared his throat, their attention facing him, who looked grumpy. "You are being disrespectful to Katy."

Artie looked confused. "Doesn't she want us looking for her?"

Kurt slapped his forehead like it was the most stupidest question he had ever heard. To him, it was the most stupidest question he had ever heard. "She is here already."

"Wh-where?" Even Tina was getting impatient with Kurt.

"Here." Kurt was getting more annoyed at the fact that his Glee friends were not even decoding the fact on Katy even with them. He put the bowler hat on his gorgeous mop of chestnut hair, tapping it slightly, and pointing at the hat to his friends.

"No offense Kurt, but you look stupid pointing to that hat of… wait, isn't that the hat that you begged Mr. Schue to give to you?" Mercedes asked, curious.

"Why yes, thanks for the observation my dear."

"But I th-th-thought Mr. Sch-Schue said th-that you co-couldn't g-g-get it an-any-anymore?" Tina furthermore questioned.

Kurt simply pulled the hat off his head, placing it on the table. "It's a free country; I can do anything I want with Katy."

Artie was drinking an apple-flavoured slushie when he heard what his buddy had just said, resulting to him spitting out the green-coloured drink from his mouth, causing a few onlookers. "That is Katy?" he enquired, pointing to the hat.

Kurt gasped, clutching Katy to his chest. "You say it like it's a bad thing. Well, you're just jealous because I have good taste." He then turned to Katy, a lovestruck expression on his visage. "It's okay baby waby, Artie Fartie did not mean what he saidy waidy."

"Yeah," Artie said, until realizing what Kurt meant. "Hey!" he yelled.

"Sorry Artie, but I'm not in the mood for greetings," Rachel out of no-where exclaimed, sitting down next to Kurt and banging her head on the table. Kurt rubbed her back, acting all sympathetic. "Honey, I wouldn't do that if I were you. I mean, you would get bruises on your face and people would think you got attacked by a warthog or worse, a meerkat."

"Kurt, that was a really bad simile," Artie articulated, wiping some of the green slushie he spitted out before off of his cream jumper.

"It was not a simile, and it was the first thing I could think of, okay? GOSH! The Lion King like immediately popped up into my mind. What a good film," Kurt uttered, staring off into a blind spot and just admiring it. "Scar's mane was soo hot, and his eyes were soo sexy."

"Going off topic here. Anyways, Rachel what is making you all tensed and stressed?" Mercedes asked. She actually knew the answer, but she just wanted her friend to confirm her assumptions.

"That idiot with the stupid mohawk plastered on the middle of his bald head!" she screeched, many people now glancing at her sudden outburst. Puck from across the room was one of the people that glanced, and knew she was talking about him when she heard him yell out, "Idiot." He figured she was defiantly speaking about him as he was the only one who would piss her off in the first place.

He couldn't believe he was actually thinking this, but he found Rachel hot when she was in her breaking point. Now all he had to do was push her buttons a little bit, then like an egg, she would crack. Slowly, he got off his seat, grabbed his mango-flavoured slushie, excused himself from his teammates and headed towards his fellow Glee club members. He smirked when he saw Mercedes, Tina and Artie look at him. However, he wondered why they were smirking slightly at him. Nevertheless, he continued to smirk and sat next to Rachel. "Cherry Berry, you're gonna damage that pretty face of yours."

This got Rachel's attention, who was now glowering at the bad boy. "What the hell did you just call me?"

Sneering, Puck continued. "Berry my princess fairy, God won't be impressed that you said the H word, so now he is going to send you to hell. Oh, I said it too, so I guess we will both end up in hell. At least I know you will accompany me there, and maybe do something more than that…" Taking his chances, he placed an arm around Rachel's shoulder, waiting for her to scream.

"Puck, first of all, stop giving me those yuck nicknames. They sound so derogatory, so stop. Second, this is why I said you were a pervert, because you think like one and because you are one!"

"One, you love it when I call you those names with my super sexy voice. Two, I'm not a perve and if I was, how am I one?"

"For starters, you always seem to be staring either at my chest or my ass, and if not, you're thinking about it!"

"Wow, it seems like you have given this question a lot of thought. Proves that you dig me."

"Oh yeah, definitely."

"Hah! Knew it! Mike and Matt owe me five bucks now, score!"

"It's called sarcasm, you baboon, go look it up in a dictionary, if you have one."

"That's easy. I have the dick, you give me the action, and we could do it in the missionary position. See? 'Dic-tion-ary?' I'm so smart!"

"Oh you are smart alright… you smart asshole! And get your arm off me!"

While they continued with yet again another quarrel, they didn't realize that the majority of everyone in the cafeteria, even the lunch lady was staring wide-eyed at this verbal argument. What they also didn't realize was that Kurt, Mercedes, Artie and Tina had ditched them and were now sitting with the rest of the Glee members, watching this crazy fiasco.

"Get a room!" Mike shouted from the table. The only response he got – Puck giving him the finger, his eyes still intact with Rachel, yelling out either flirtatious comments or comebacks that was sure to piss her off.

"Seriously, if I could be bothered to, I would record this and put it on YouTube. It would smash more than a million in less than an hour," Finn said, his eyes still on the feud.

"She soo wants him. She complains about him more than she does about you two," Mercedes commented, looking back and forth at Finn and Quinn when she said that. "No offense or anything."

Quinn gritted her teeth. "None taken."

"So the plan is set in motion?" Artie enquired in his wheelchair, with Tina standing next to him.

Quinn grinned devilishly. "Duh! It will be effective after the bell rings."

Finn smiled lovingly at his girlfriend. "You're so devious, and that's why I fell for you." Yeah, next thing you know, the two of them were making out.

Mike shielded his eyes in a joking manner. "Geez, and yet I say that they should get a room?" Them referring to obviously… we all know who.

"Yeah, go join them and do a foursome while you're at it," Kurt added, adjusting Katy in many positions on his head.

Finn stopped the make out session to glance at Kurt confusingly. "Isn't that the hat from Mr. Schue that he said you couldn't have?"

"He didn't say that I couldn't have it… okay, he said I couldn't have it, but Katy was a damsel in distress, and she was calling me to take her away from her captor…"

"Wait, you stole it from Mr. Schue?"

"It's a free country. I'm pretty sure Obama would do the same thing if it was a free donuts day thing. What I would give to have one of those vanilla glazed ones with a pink umbrella on top…"

Finn glanced at Tina, Mercedes and Artie, more confused, giving them a 'what-the-fuck-is-he-on-about' expression. Mercedes just chuckled as Kurt was still going on about his latest desire. "Trust me, you don't wanna know."

Before Finn could say anything, there was a shrill. Everyone of them turned their heads, seeing and hearing…

"You pervert! What the hell was that?"

"What the hell was what? You overreact too much you know that?"

"I should overreact; I mean you just touched my ass!"

"I didn't touch it, I was trying to cope a feel!"

"Same thing dipshit."

Kurt rolled his eyes at the two, blaming them for ruining his one-on-one time with him and Katy. As if it was alive, he patted Katy, loving the feel of velvet pressed gently on his hand. Pity, the moment was already ruined.

"No they are not; they are two very different words with different meanings. Go look it up in a dictionary, or do you want me to show you?"

"AGHHH! Noah Puckerman, you are a buffoon, you know that?!"

"Meh, been called worse than that, cherry Berry."

"AGHHH!"

Kurt sighed and turned to the two that were acting like 'a married couple'. "I hate it when mummy and daddy fight."

Yeah, that's right, my OC is none other than Kurt's hat. Genius. Soo many people reviewed saying they loved the whole Kurt and hat thing and I was just like WHY NOT MAKE THE HAT A REGULAR THING? So, instead of it being a goof, it's going to be a special guest star in my story. HURRAH!!

I wrote all of this in four hours, when I could be studying for my final exam - Health. I still don't know why I chose that for my VCE. Sigh. Wow, I seem so moody and depressed. Must be the hormones. No wonder, I'm craving chocolate now. Where is my brother when you need him? To end this... yes, it's what you have all been waiting for - MORE MORE MORE SBSP QUOTES!!!

(from the eppie Valentine's Day)
(P after SB breaks his heart by giving everyone in the town VDay gifts but not him)
P: *sees huge carnival ride with big heart on top, angry* Heart on stick must die!
*tries lifting it up, starts puffing and sweating madly, gives up, sees little girl eating heart lollipop*
P: *enraged* HEART ON STICK MUST DIE!
*grabs lollipop and breaks it*

Now I know why I'm depressed - have to go shopping with my mum tomorrow... when I say shopping I mean grocery shopping. Well, at least it's not my money that's being spent HURRAH!! :) Four exams down, one to go... thank god it's my last one then I have three days off HURRAH HURRAH!! Then I have to commence my subjects for next year - damn, the moment has now been officially ruined.

Anyhoos, SMIGGLE!!!
R&R!!!