You all thought I had disappeared forever... never!!! Once I have an idea on my mind, I never abandon it... unless it's English homework because I will definitely abandon any English hw since I pretty much suck at the subject I can speak fluently with.
And I can't believe it has been nearly a month since I updated this. Blame my stupidiotic brother for hogging the computer and downloading so many useless crap from YouTube. At least HE wasn't the one who put the virus on the laptop -w-
Disclaimer: See previous chappies
So, enough of my blah blah blahs and read, read, READ while I watch Rush Hour! Note to self: VERY LONG CHAPPIE!! You have been warned.
"Night cherry Berry."
"Shut it."
"You love it."
"Oh I would love it… love it for you to shush! I'm trying to be comfortable."
"On my lap, remember? And to think you could be moving about in that corner on the floor, freezing to death, and I gave you an offer and you turn it down and what's this? You're on my lap! See, like I said before, I'm such a good Samaritan."
"And like I said before, Good Samaritan my ass."
A click of a button occurred, gasps filling the room. Uttered silence until… "REWIND PRONTO!"
Next thing to happen, the same voices filled the Glee room, the same voices that really needed to see that beyond their exterior they both wanted each other badly, the same voices that were locked up in the janitor's closet. In a way, they sort of deserved to be locked in that dreaded room, they just needed to shut up.
"See, like I said before, I'm such a good Samaritan."
"And like I said before, Good Samaritan my ass."
Another click of a button occurred yet again, more awkward silences, this one seemed to be much longer than the first, until yet the same voice boomed aloud, "Repeat s'il vous plaît!" And once again, the same voices were repeated again and again and again.
And once again, the same person who happened to be the fashionista wanted it to be heard again. After seventeen times being repeated, someone took the remote from Kurt's hands and threw it at the musical posters on the wall. The New Directions clan turned to perceive who would do something pretty stupidiotic like that.
"Hey, I was watching that!" Kurt blasted at the person who threw the one device that controlled and showed how much chemistry Puck and Rachel really had going on in the janitor's closet.
"Sorry Kurt, but Matt said that you were playing with a bomb and that it would explode any minute," Brittany apologetically said to a now furious Kurt.
"And you actually believed him?" Kurt questioned to the Cheerio cheerleader.
"I didn't think she would actually do it, but it was funny," Matt articulated in his defence, crossing his arms across his jersey, snickering. Someone nudged him on the head, making him topple over towards the ground.
"That's my girl you're talking about," Mike shouted to Matt.
"Sorry man," Matt apologized to his buddy and Brittany.
Mike helped up his friend from the ground. "I forgive you man."
"Man, stop saying man!" Kurt shrilled, causing Katy to fall off from on top of his mop of hair. Kurt gasped, picking up his love from the floor, dusting it with all his might. "Quick, does someone know CPR?"
"Kurt, it's just a stupid hat," Mercedes told her friend, annoyed at him.
"FYI, Katy isn't just a hat. And she isn't stupid, she has sensitive hearing," Kurt whispered, darting his eyes back and forth.
Mercedes turned to her fellow Glee club members, questioning the same look that got everyone wondering. 'What the hell is up with Kurt and that hat?'
"Anyways moving on. Who wants to watch it again?" Quinn perked up, breaking the awkward silence.
Everyone's hand went up, while Kurt raised both of his hands. Confused, Quinn asked the boy, "Why are you putting up two hands?"
Kurt sighed. "Because I want to watch it, and Katy wants to watch it too," he said in a monotonous tone, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Guys, you've been watching the whole thing three times already," Mr. Schue proclaimed, annoyed that his students were ignoring their rehearsing time to go watch what Puck and Rachel were doing in that enclosed room. Sure, Mr. Schue knew that the kids had locked them up, I mean he was the one that suggested locking them there in the first place, but he didn't think that they were all obsessed with what they were doing every second. There wasn't much to see anyway because they were still sleeping, Rachel leaning her head on Puck's chest, while Puck held onto her protectively.
Mr. Schue was just glad the bell went, commencing another brand new day, and also glad that he didn't have to watch his Glee kids rewinding to Puck and Rachel's conversations in the closet. Now that he thought about it, where did he put the key for the janitor's closet?
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"You were born to be my baby, and baby I was made to be your man," a male's voice sang, the strums of a guitar following his voice. "We've got something to believe in, even if we don't know where we stand."
Rachel smiled at the male, couldn't believe that he would dedicate and sing a song for her in front of not just the Glee club, but in front of the whole school. She was very impressed that his vocal chords matched the song perfectly. She swayed her head from side to side, flashing her pearly whites to the man while he kept singing. "Only God would know the reason, but I bet he must've had a plan, 'cause you were born to be my baby, and baby I was made to be your man."
Suddenly, a light shone on her, the spotlight all on her now. Everything around her faded away, except for the one person she was smiling at as he began to finish his song. "You were born to be my baby, and baby I was made..."
The person stopped playing their guitar and had reached Rachel, and held out his hand for her to take. She took it, beaming at the person and gracefully paced her way towards the middle of the room with him leading the way. They both stopped as he said one final thing that would only be heard in her ears.
"...And baby I was made... to be your man." Rachel smiled at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, hugging him while he held onto her waist protectively. Then, she kissed the figure. The scene zoomed out, revealing that Rachel was kissing Puck.
OMG shut up, rewind and pause. Rachel kissing Puck?
Immediately, Rachel fidgeted a little, waking up slowly. It took the diva a while to figure out that it wasn't real, it was just a dream. As if she would ever kiss a football player, let alone Puck. Back then, she wished it was Finn, but now she somehow lost interest in him. She had some morals to obtain, and that also included avoiding herself away from someone that was juvenile like Puck. Unfortunately for her, he kept invading that boundary of hers.
Something was holding her around the waist, but Rachel ignored it and snuggled her head deeper into her 'pillow'. A sudden thought came to her mind – why does my pillow feel soo… hard?
She placed her hand on it, touching it in a few places, even gently squeezing certain parts. She could've sworn she heard something beating that wasn't her heart. That was when she heard a groan that definitely did not sound like her at all. Her waist was now held tighter than before, as well as feeling something wrapped around them. She glanced down to see a pair of arms wrapped around her hips, fingers intertwined with each other. Only one thought was present in her mind.
Oh God, I did not just do it with a stranger.
Rachel heard a small chuckle from above her, and glanced in that direction. Too late, she was now staring at the blinking eyes of Puck, which seemed to have a mysterious glint in them. "Morning sunshine," he announced, smirking deviously at her.
Oh God, I did not just do it with Puck.
Then Rachel remembered everything that had happened yesterday. She remembered Mr. Schuester assigning her to do a mash-up with Puck, her being slushied by someone in front of Puck, a perverted Puck chatting her up in the girl's bathroom, her being locked up in the janitor's closet with Puck... why did Puck have to be involved with everything that included her? Was this fate or just really bad karma?
"Is someone thinking hard about me, or is it something really dirty and scandalous?" Puck questioned, wiggling his eyebrows mischieviously.
Rachel glared at the boy staring back at her. "As if I would think of a jackass like you, and I have some morals to obtain. I'm not a perverted buff like you." Rachel crossed her arms, looking towards the dim light from the window on top of the closet.
"But I'm your perverted buff," Puck expressed, sneering. His face changed to an expression that looked like he was actually thinking. Pity, it was an egotistical comment. "Did you just say that I'm buff?"
Rachel's chocolate eyes widened, realising that she indeed say that he was buff. She bowed her head down, her cheeks warming up. Puck noticed this and smirked his butt off, seeking a brand new opportunity to mess with his favourite wannabe diva.
"You soo have the hots for me."
"Please, you wish I did."
"Don't lie to me babe. You and I both know it's true. You want this man candy."
"You know what? You're right Puck."
"Of course I am right... wait, what?" Puck couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was just trying to mess with her, but he didn't expect to hear a confession from her. A confession which proved what he was trying to get out from her ever since the beginning of high school.
Rachel smirked deviously, gazing admiringly at the football player. "You heard me Puck, I want you. I want you soo bad...," she stated seductively, giving him a flirty wink.
Puck liked this very much indeed, wanting to hear the following words from her luscious lips again and again. Heck, he didn't want it to end. Damn Rachel Berry for making him all lusty over three words. She wrapped her arms around his neck, huddling comfortably in his lap, while all Puck could do was get hornier that normal. He didn't think he could control himself any longer.
Rachel then placed both of her hands on each side of his face, lifting Puck's visage lower so they were both eye level with each other. Leaning her face closer so they were only a few inches apart, she repeated her words again. "I want you Puck..."
Puck was expecting a kiss but he didn't expect what was coming next.
"...to get your arms off of me!" And with that, SLAP went her hand with his face, and a whine came from Puck's mouth.
With Puck touching the sting from where Rachel had slapped him, Rachel was free from Puck's grasp and immediately banged on the door to let her out. After five minutes of calling out for help, the only response she got was the agonizing whimpers from the boy behind her.
"Ow! You hit like a girl!" Puck whined, half of his face the colour of a tomato.
Rachel turned around to face him before continuing with her cries for help. "And what do you think I am?"
"A feisty girl. I like that," Puck said, in between from rubbing his face from the pain.
"Stop sooking like a baby, get up and help us find a way to be free from this place," Rachel affirmed.
Puck shook his head. "But I like this place. We're alone, in a room, hinting we should be making out right now, and no one is watching."
Little did he know.
"I never ever want to suck face with beings like you."
"Well, there is always Plan B..."
"And what would Plan B be?"
"Remember our talk with the whole dictionary thing..."
"OMG Noah Puckerman, you are a disgusting, vile, cruel-hearted man to ever walk on this planet! You and your pick-up lines can go take a hike!"
"Only if you come with me I will."
"One more of those flirt lines and I swear to God I will cut your balls and throw it in the shredding machine to be shredded."
Before Puck could add a sly remark, he shut his mouth when he saw that Rachel was giving him a death glare, her chocolate eyes full of scarlet. She was pretty much dead serious about her statement, and with her fired up made her seem like Satan. Add a red devil suit and devil horns and it would make her seem like a sexy Satan... bad thoughts, bad thoughts Puck, get them out of your head.
Hearing no comeback, Rachel beamed at him, proud that she stood up to him and he just stood there speechless. Even though yesterday had started out as a rough patch, maybe Rachel's luck turned around for the better. Maybe all the bad karma involving her was changing in a brighter perspective.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Puck saying a sentence that made all her hopes vanish completely. "You soo would love the way my balls feel like anyway."
Rachel groaned, frustrated. Or maybe the bad karma was just finding a way to bite deeper into her ass.
Little did the two of them know...
********
It was lunchtime, and the cafeteria was packed. Mercedes, Tina and Artie were queuing in the line to grab some food. Since it would probably take them until the end of time to actually be served, they were discussing their favourite topic and its current issue.
"Sh-should we l-l-let th-them out?"
"Heck no! I haven't laughed this hard in forever since watching Rush Hour on TV."
"Uh, Mercedes... that was on last Saturday."
"I know, but this is some funny stuff we have on PuckleBerry. Can you believe the audio that we have on them from last week reached more than a million hits on YouTube?"
"And can you believe our PuckleBerry group in Facebook has more than seventy-two-thousand members, and we only made the group only last Thursday?"
"Th-th-that i-is amaz-z-zing!"
The trio made it to the front of the line, grabbed three trays and packed almost the entire food selection that was available, and more than three boxes of buttery popcorn. The lunch ladies all looked disgusted, wondering why three teenagers would want to eat almost the whole food supply. Mercedes smiled at the lunch lady, immediately stuffing herself with popcorn. "Quinn," she stated, the one word that seemed to solve any unanswered questions. "And you know how hormones drive pregnant women crazy."
Before the lunch lady could respond, Mercedes grabbed two trays and ran, with Tina pushing Artie in his wheelchair and him holding the rest of the food supply behind her, bursting out of the cafeteria like mad men. They stopped at a corner, and pissed themselves laughing, pacing their way towards the Glee room.
"Hell yeah! Fly me some fingers baby!"
"We sh-sh-should d-def-defin-defintely put the vi-video of th-them in the cl-closet in You-YouTube as well."
"Tina, shut up! We should? We will do that!"
"Do what?"
The trio stood frozen and stared at the person who said those words that could possibly ruin everything. They sighed with relief when they saw it was none other than Finn who said those words.
"Post the vid to YouTube," Artie responded for the trio.
"That would be grouse," Brittany chirped up from behind Finn, grabbing the trays of food from Artie and Mercedes. She then stood frozen, thinking for a moment. "Or gross. Is it grouse or gross?"
"Peoples," shouted Kurt, who was happily nibbling on some popcorn from Katy. "Don't mean to interrupt your tea party or anything like that, but I would like all of you to move your rears so we can watch the movie!"
They obliged, and as soon as everyone had some item of food – Quinn had more food than the rest like Mercedes said, "...hormones drive pregnant women crazy," – they sat back, munched down on their glorious 'healthy' and 'nutritional' lunch and watched what had gone down in the janitor's closet while they had classes to attend to.
Lucky for the New Directions clan, there was a spare remote for the TV so once again, Kurt rewinded to the hilarious parts of the video, and once again Matt was tempted to make Brittany make a fool out of herself by this time telling her that Kurt was holding a very little poisonous snake instead of a bomb. They all thought that nothing could ruin their lunchtime or the sexual chemistry and banters between the two polar opposites.
Little did they know...
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"Damnit, where the hell did I put it?"
While the Glee kids were watching Rachel and Puck in the janitor's closet with amusement, Mr. Schue had other problems to deal with. His problems weren't that important but the main predicament kept nagging him in his mind. What was this problem of his? Where he put the key for the janitor's closet.
It may have been his idea to lock them there in the first place, but Mr. Schue knew that if they didn't get out sooner or later... it's not best to say. It just would be another sticky situation that would defiantly involve him. Rummaging through his desk drawers, Mr. Schue was panicking big time. He didn't want his kids to be locked up in that room forever, no matter how much time they need to work out their differences. Focused on finding that one small brassy object was his main desire that he didn't even feel the touch of someone tapping him on the shoulder, until...
"Will?"
"Mummy!" he shrieked, raising his hands up in the air in a surrender fashion, with sheets of paper floating all over his office. He raised his eyes when he realised who was in the exact same room with him.
"Mum? You thought I was your mother!?"
Mr. Schue groaned inwardly, and tried not to yawn at Sue Sylvester's face. "I know that I may be old and still looking pretty damn sexy, but your mother? No offence Will but that's just pretty messed up."
"What do you want Sue?" Mr. Schue didn't have time for this. Out of all the people in the school, he wished he locked up Sue in the janitor's closet instead of Puck and Rachel. It would actually give him a reason to smile whenever he thought of Sue, all locked up in some small, dirty, murky, dark closet.
"Oh nothing, just wanted to come by and talk about our special arrangement of ours."
Crap, how could he forget about that?
"If you're trying to make me give you the setlist for sectionals, then you're wrong-"
"Not that you bumhead. Although that is actually smart, why didn't I think of that? I'll use it later but for now, I'm talking about this 'operation dazzlehead'-"
"Operation PuckleBerry-"
"Did anyone fail to tell you that sounds like a piece of exotic fruit? Hmm, makes me want to have some now. Now that I think about it, it makes me sound like a cannibal and Sue Sylvester does not feast on humans... well, except if they are puny and weak because it seems fun to pick on the sad ones."
A very awkward silence is present between the two rivals.
"Uh... okay. What do you want to know about the plan?"
"How it's all going."
Mr. Schue would never believe Sue Sylvester's words on anything in general, but for this he actually believed her. He probably was going insane for even trusting Sue on this, but she had the same ambition as he did, so he needed an extra ally to support and back him up if this plan was going to succeed.
"Well, it's going surprisingly great."
"And the footage?"
"Surprisingly, hilarious. Watched a bit of it myself, in fact more than fifteen times."
"Will my dear, you really need to get a hobby, and no, Glee isn't one of them. Now I came to give this to you because I'm not cruel hearted, unlike you."
Okay, now was the time to not believe Sue's words.
So that was where he left the key, with Sue Sylvester? How? That was when it hit him. It wasn't any of the Glee kids' idea for Puck and Rachel to be together, it was actually his and Sue's idea, as unusual as that sounded. He remembered discussing the whole banter between the two with fellow co-worker and friend Emma Pillsbury yesterday morning when Sue barged into the convo, telling the two of them that the footballer and the Gleek freak should just get together already. He had two copies of the closet's key, but the Glee footballers already had one, leaving a spare. Sue agreed to helping with his plan on three conditions – one) she had the other spare, two) they would use her ideas, and three) he had to call her, "You're sexiness" everyday. Mr. Schue reluctantly accepted – unhappy about reason #three - but glad that another person was sick of Puck and Rachel yelling retorts at each other but yet, secretly wanting the other.
They both ambled rapidly from his office towards the janitor's closet, hearing banging from the dreaded room. Mr. Schue fumbled with the key a bit, sweat dropping down his forehead. To him, it felt like he was controlling life and death in the palm of his hands, and it started to piss Sue off. "Stop flaunting your blown-up balloons and open the door already!"
Once the key clicked through the lock, Mr. Schue turned the knob, opening the door and swiftly moving out of the way. Good thing too, since Puck and Rachel were banging on the door when it automatically opened. As if in slow motion, they both fell forward, toppling in the direction of the ground.
Puck noticed that Rachel was going to fall first then him and something inside him told him that he didn't want that to happen to her. Like a part of him was somehow controlling him, he gripped his hands on her shoulders, and quickly pushed her back, so now he was going to crash on the ground first. Unfortunately for him, his back hit the ground instead of his face. He was grateful that his gorgeous face, his hot bod and his manhood was still intact.
Until something else fell on top of him. Hearing a high pitched squeal made him realise that Rachel must had lost her footing before when he pushed her away from the ground, resulting to her being on top of him. That was when Puck realised something else – she was on top of him!
And what was worse? The position they were in on the floor was very suggestive. How could he not pass an opportunity like this? "If you wanted to be on top, you should've just asked."
This definitely annoyed Rachel. "What did I just say about the pick-up lines?" she shouted, scrunching her nose up with disgust, hidden freckles flaunting her structured phizog.
Puck had a sappy expression on, couldn't think how adorable she looked like that. He shook off his thoughts when she glanced up. He did too, only to realise that students were walking by, watching them in a humorous way, and that Mr. Schue and the Cheerios coach were gazing at them with bewilderment.
"They were locked up in that room and yet they didn't do this in there?" Sue questioned to Will, referring to the suggestive position the two teenagers were in.
Instantaneously, Rachel got off of Puck, straightening her outfit, and running a hand through her mocha hair repeatedly. Puck just whined, his happy moment ruined. He made a mental note to egg Sue's car after today was over.
"What time is it?" Rachel questioned, noting that many students were now leaving the cafeteria which was down the hall.
Puck stepped in and whispered seductively in her ear. "It's time for us to get back into the closet and do something else in there." She turned to face him, seeing him wiggling his eyebrows mischieviously.
"Like what, kicking you where the sun doesn't shine?" Rachel exclaimed, smirking at her remark.
Puck continued to smirk even more, crossing his arms across his muscular chest. "Ooh feisty, I dig that in a chick."
Before the two quarrelling duo could retort back a retort, Sue beat them to it. "This is school. If you want to flirt with each other, go do that in a dog pound. Satchel," she articulated, looking at Rachel. "It's lunchtime on a Tuesday, ten more minutes until the final periods commence. And if you really want to be the stereotypical high school student, get some buck teeth and steal those glasses from that wheelies kid, it will go well with your hideous knee high socks."
Sue then turned to Puck, smirking a little. "And Duck, diva here is right, your pick-up lines really do suck, and I'm curious to know; do you want to be bold or not? You can't be both. It's like if I want to be a man, but I want to be a woman, you can't be both. Now I'm just contradicting myself, I'm gonna go shut up and walk away right about now."
And with that, she left.
"What a psychopath lady," Puck uttered, watching Sue's retreating form. He felt a hand placed on his shoulder, perceiving Mr. Schue giving him a small smile. "I think of the same thing everyday."
"I can't believe I missed out on a whole day's rehearsal of Glee. I never miss a lesson ever. Puck yes, but not me. I don't want people to pull out a file of me saying that I was tardy in my high school life when I'm number one in the charts!" Rachel exclaimed, throwing a tiny fit in front of her teacher and the boy she despised so much.
"Babe, chill. You've got your whole life ahead of you, so chillax," he explained, motioning his hands as if there was a rainbow in the sky.
"I am the most easygoing person I know thankyou very much!" And with that, Rachel pushed Puck down on the ground again, stomping off away from the bad boy. Unfortunately for her, Puck got back to her feet, chasing after her, leaving Mr. Schue to stare at their retreating forms bewildered.
"How can anyone survive with these two around slitting each other's throats?" Mr. Schue mumbled to himself, following the direction where the teenagers headed. It wasn't that hard, their voices were echoing through the hallway.
"Where do you think you're going 'Miss. Prissy Pants', the closet is that-a-way."
"I'm not going anywhere with you."
"But I'm going to be your dark knight!"
"Puck, do me a favour and leave me alone!"
"Psshh, and yet my mum says you're a sweet, innocent angel. You're better off as the devil, wearing a red corset and devil horns, and-"
"AGHHH!"
Mr. Schue sighed, grabbing the hidden camera from behind some cardboard boxes in the janitor's closet, closed said room's door and made his way to where he believed the two were heading; towards the Glee room. He just hoped that the other Glee kids were having more fun that he was right now.
Little did he know...
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"What time is it?"
"It's time for us to get back into the closet and do something else in there."
"Like what, kicking you where the sun don't shine?"
"Ooh feisty, I dig that in a chick."
Roars of laughter were present in the Glee room. The room was a big mess, lots of popcorn thrown all over the place, as well as nachos, lollies, chips, even a half-eaten piece of hotdog, and spilt soft drinks everywhere. But the people in the Glee room didn't even care, or notice for that matter. They were just focused on one thing at that moment – what – or importantly who – was on the television screen.
"We need to do more than just lock them up in a closet," Quinn affirmed, grabbing a fistful of popcorn and shoving it in her mouth.
Finn wrapped an arm around his girlfriend's shoulder, while she happily munched her delight. "Quinn's right, it needs to be something extreme and unexpected."
"What about hand-cuffing them to each other?" Artie suggested. They all laughed, imagining what it would be like if they actually did that.
"Or kidnapping Rachel somewhere, to see if Puck really cares about her," Matt proposed. "It would show what a 'knight in shining armour' he really is."
"Please, Puck wouldn't even manage to fit in armour anyway, he would destroy a goodwill polished suit that would dazzle if I showed my teeth at it," Kurt piped out, filing his manicured nails.
Chortles came out of a few peoples' mouth as they focused back on the television.
"Babe, chill. You've got your whole life ahead of you, so chillax."
"I am the most easygoing person I know thankyou very much!"
They all laughed at Puck and Rachel's constant retorts when they noticed Rachel and Puck flee from the screen, Mr. Schue giving the camera a grim look and turning off the camera. Eyes widened, realising that the entertainment just ended, not because Mr. Schue turned off the video connection, it was because they could hear the voices of the bad boy and wannabe diva echoing through the hallway, which happened to be where they were.
"Was not expecting that," Mercedes mumbled.
"The world is over!" Kurt screamed, clutching Katy to his chest, and hiding underneath the piano, rubbing the velvet article of clothing back and forth.
"Kurt's right. Not about the world being over, but... okay, just hide everything!" Finn ordered.
Everyone scurried, grabbing cleaning equipment from one of the cabinets in the room and using mops and brooms to get rid of the evidence of food and spilt drink on the ground, while Mercedes and Tina pushed the television all the way to the back closet.
Meanwhile under the piano, Kurt held Katy in his hands, faking a sob. "I can't cry unless I've seen West Side Story at least one and a half times, so me faking will have to do. Katy, I just want to let you know that I have been thinking, and we should take it to the next level."
Mercedes bent down and dragged Kurt from under the piano. "Kurt, stop watching 2012, you will live past then, and enough with you and your flirts with your stupid hat." She along with everyone else, was getting peeved about Kurt and his new lady love.
Kurt glanced at his sassy friend, annoyed. "What did I tell you before, Katy has sensitive hearing!"
Before anyone could speak, everyone was interrupted with Puck and Rachel's bickering voices echoing closer and closer.
"Puck, do me a favour and leave me alone!"
"Psshh, and yet my mum says you're a sweet, innocent angel. You're better off as the devil, wearing a red corset and devil horns, and-"
"AGHHH!"
Puck and Rachel had just entered the room, with Rachel making her way to Mercedes and Kurt while Puck was checking her ass out, smirking. Everyone glanced at each other, sneering a little, knowing what the plan was going to be next. Mercedes placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, acting all sympathetic to her friend. "Girl, where have you been? We've all been looking for you."
Matt, Mike and Finn coughed back laughter, with Puck giving them a stoned face look that shut them up.
"I was locked up with that buffoon in the janitor's closet for the whole night," Rachel bellowed, pointing an accusing finger at Puck.
"So I guess you can say we had a 'sleepover'," Puck explained to everyone, smirking and giving a flirtatious wink at Rachel.
Rachel scoffed and rolled her eyes at his antics, completely ignoring him, and turned her attention to Mercedes and Kurt. "Hey Mercedes, Kurt, everyone, as well as Katy," she added, noticing the stink-eye look Kurt gave her before was now a giddy smile.
He poked Mercedes hard on the shoulder, seemingly annoyed. "At least she had the courtesy and decency to acknowledge Katy's presence."
Mercedes sighed a long sigh, frustrated with Kurt. "For the last time Kurt, it's just a stupid hat!"
"And for the last time, sensitive hearing!" he expressed, covering Katy's sides.
"Anyways, moving on. I need a new outfit," Rachel announced to everyone, particularly to the girls and Kurt, rather than the boys.
"I can help you with that," Puck remarked, raising an arm and wiggling his eyebrows.
"Did I ask you? No, so shut up!"
"My idea of an outfit would've been way better than what they would suggest."
"I don't care; it would be more elegant and sophisticated than what you would conjure up."
"Are you saying my outfit selections are something you don't care about? What is this?" Now Kurt was in the conversation, offended with Rachel's statement.
Mercedes pulled Kurt from the collar, whispering to him, "Let them talk. More entertainment to see before the end of the day."
"But she just insulted my honour, my pride, my dignity, my life!" Kurt exclaimed, making it a big deal.
"Well, get over it," she whispered, clearly pissed off at her fashionista friend.
"At least you share my pain Katy. Oh I love you so much," Kurt said quietly to the raven bowler hat in his hands.
Mercedes rolled her eyes and focused her attention at yet another bickering argument from the polar opposites. Unfortunate for her, the bell had rang, signalling students to commence the final periods for Tuesday.
"Why must you drive me crazy?"
"Crazy in a sexy way right?"
"I'm too pissed off to even make a remark about that crude statement."
Rachel stormed off, waving her goodbyes to the Glee club and giving Puck an evil glare, and left the room, collecting her books and making her way to class. Pity, Puck followed after her, doing everything in his will to get her all angered up. And it worked.
"So you admit that I drive you crazy in a sexy way? Now the guys owe me twenty bucks!"
"I don't really care what deals you make with Matt, Finn, Mike, Kurt and Artie, I just want you to get to class to avoid you Noah Puckerman for good."
"You can't get rid of me anyway; you will miss this hunkalicious if I evaporate from thin air."
Just as Rachel and Puck's voices drifted away, Mr. Schue entered the Glee room, noticing every member – minus them – inside, who had resumed picking up their mess since they all had free periods. He began to chuckle, already figuring out what the New Directions clan were doing or watching in the Glee room. Clasped firmly in his hand was none other than the tape containing Puck and Rachel's madness from last night.
"I'm guessing you saw everything?" Mr. Schue asked, smiling a little, already knowing the answer.
He got his answer right away – beaming smiles and chuckles.
"I feel sorry for them right now," Kurt announced, plucking some fluffy cotton off of Katy.
"Why do you say that, you constantly tell us that they should be together," Quinn affirmed, rubbing her vast stomach soothingly.
"Because they have a lot of chemistry together, and the fact that they have double chemistry classes right now as we speak," Kurt explained, an evil grin forming on his visage.
Everyone burst out laughing, understanding Kurt's deciphering code. Even Brittany understood what he meant, well hopefully she did. Finn wiped an imaginary tear off his face, smirking his butt off. "So I guess you can say that they have double DOUBLE chemistry!"
Seriously, they need to just admit their feelings for each other, and makeout! Yet I'm the author of this and I'm just yelling for them to STOP DENYING!!! Wow, makes me want to sing that Spice Girls song... "tell me why keep on denying."
I pray to the FF gods that I will update the next chappie before or on my bday which is like next week. Gotta stop watching Rush Hour on repeat and get type type typing!!!
And if I don't update until then, all have a Merry Christmas and a joyful Happy New Year or as I like to say it, "HAPPY MERRY NEW CHRISTMAS YEAR!!!"
SMIGGLE!!!
R&R!!!