"Wassup my nerd dizzles?" So yes, I am back. I know what you must be thinking, whatever happened to, 'I'll update by next week?' when instead I update like 9 months later? Gee, that is pretty wacko so for that, I grant you all permission to kill, since my licence to kill already expired.

Am very thrilled that Glee is back YAYYYY! You know what this means don't you... more Puck-time to drool over, and hopefully, more PuckleBerry goodness to watch.

Warning: Once again, a longgggggg chapter - was meant to be shorter, but the mind and stomach wasn't satisfied - so you have been warned. OH and Rachel is a potty mouth at the end. Like the end end end... okay I'll shush now so feel free to read the long awaited chapter of this fanfic, while I go watch The Big Bang Theory. LMAOOOO, elevator went boom boom!

Disclaimer: See previous chappies

"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."

"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 hunkaliciousness if I evaporate from thin air."

Rachel rolled her eyes with disgust, running away from him. When he was out of sight, she headed to her locker to grab her needed stationary and equipment, with a small but mysterious smile plastered on her face. After collecting her necessities, she made her way to her first and only class that was on Tuesdays – chemistry. She enjoyed chemistry a lot, especially since her class was learning about subatomic particles, alkanes and alkenes, but nothing could beat her love for performing in the Glee club. She brought her labcoat with her, incase they were going to have a practical lesson instead.

Entering the classroom, she made her way to where she always sat in the back, so she could call first dibs on the closest bench to the equipment and materials needed if they ever did a prac. Since no one was in the room, she began to hum out the song the boys did a mash-up on a few weeks ago. Why she was humming to the song, she had no reason to defend herself on.

Puck, Puck... speaking of said idiot, where the hell is he? She mused to herself. And that was when Rachel realised one downfall of chemistry – he was in her class. Unfortunate for her, but lucky for him.

In fact it is thanks to him that she was sitting at the back. It all started at the beginning of the semester, when new classes began. Although she was peeved that Puck was in her class, she knew he wouldn't sit at the front, even if his life depended on it, hence him sitting at the back of the class. However, Rachel wasn't aware that Puck would annoy and torture her even if he was sitting at the back. Since their chemistry teacher was a grouchy person, she demanded that Rachel and Puck swap seats, with Rachel taking Puck's spot and vice versa... unfortunate for him, meaning he had to sit at the front.

Rachel continued to muse about the fact that ever since that day, Puck never attended chemistry classes. Well, at times he did, but he never stayed for the whole lesson. Rachel knew for sure that today would be like any other chemistry day.

Boy was she wrong with that statement she told herself because someone she didn't expect to see just happened to walk through the door.

"I must say Will; I really do feel sorry for them."

"Same here Emma, but you gotta admit... the attraction is soo obvious!"

"Are you sure they will be fine with... you know..."

"They should be, I mean from what I've heard, this would be the first time in months that they would be in the same class together for the whole lesson… apart from Glee that is."

"That isn't what's concerning me; my only problem is that they can deal with..."

"Ohhh, well they should be, I mean did you see what happened today with them?"

"I did and I must say, I'm quite impressed."

"I'm even more impressed that they managed not to kill each other during the night!"

"Aww, look at the way he is holding onto her protectively, it's so adorable. They are just perfect for each other."

"If only they could believe it themselves. Popcorn?"

"Certainly."

Emma inspected her piece of popcorn perceptively with a magnifying glass, looking for any germs, before plopping it in her mouth, smiling at Will who in returned smiled back. After hearing some yelling, they both returned to the television screen where they laughed at the hilarious misfortunes that Puck and Rachel had to endure while being locked overnight in the janitor's closet.

"Ms. Sylvester?" was all Rachel could muster out as she saw the Cheerios coach enter the chemistry classroom, smiling with pride while taking a seat on the teacher's chair. After five seconds, her smile turned upside down and got up, leaving the room. Rachel was curious as to why she fled the room. She didn't need to get off her seat and see for herself as Ms. Sylvester came back inside, dragging something – or someone – by the ear, ignoring their whines and complaints.

Rachel's chocolate eyes widened when she saw who Ms. Sylvester viciously dragged by the ear. At that exact moment, she felt karma was biting much deeper into her ass, and she didn't like it one bit at all.

"Ow, ow, ow!" The person's voice whined out, getting obviously annoyed that a teacher nonetheless was pulling him against his will.

"Oh stop your crying. This wouldn't have happened if you didn't wag class. I'm not gonna punish you, get showbiz girl to do that for you. And since I'm a good teacher, I'll slip you off with a warning and you can go sit at the back with wannabe Mariah," Sue ordered, messing with the boy's Mohawk and poking on his shirt collar. He headed towards the back, still shocked that someone had just messed with his hawk. Didn't anyone know that you don't touch the bad boy's hawk?

He glanced up, only to be smirking at who Ms. Sylvester was referring to. He glanced up to the heavens, thanking them for making this truly one of the best days of his life.

Meanwhile, Rachel had declared that this day was the worst day of her life. First, getting locked in the janitor's closet with him, and now this encounter. Hearing the vacant seat next to her being pulled out; she prayed that he wouldn't piss her off as he had done every single day. But knowing him, her wish would never be granted.

Like now for instance.

"Seeing you yet again Berry? Today must be my lucky day," Puck said nonchalantly, smirking.

Rachel had the nerve to smack off that smirk of his; it was beginning to irritate her. She peeked upwards towards the heavens, a mourning look expressed on her face. "Oh Lord, why did you do this to me? I haven't done anything bad," she pleaded, banging her head lightly on the table.

"Oh come on, you say it like it's a bad thing," Puck stated.

Rachel glanced at the boy next to her, giving him an annoyed look. "That's because it is!" she huffed.

All Puck did was cross his arms across his shirt, where you can visibly see his structured hot bod. Rachel couldn't stop staring at his pecs, noticing how firm it would feel if she touched it or even squeezed it. She wouldn't admit this to anyone, not even to herself but she actually wanted to run her hands along the rugged structure. She realised that she kept staring at his chest for too long as Puck had also noticed this too; whose smirk just widened more.

"Like what you see babe?" he asked, perceiving what her reaction would be.

"I do, I like the fact that your face is all rearranged," Rachel sneered, focusing her full attention on Ms. Sylvester, who happened to be darting her eyes back and forth at Puck and Rachel intently.

When Sue knew for sure that the bickering couple had finished their banters, she stood up, brushing her black jumpsuit. "Since your normal teacher had some 'business' to take care of, I have been asked to substitute you two for detention."

"Wait, what!" Rachel roared, taken aback at her teacher's words. "This is not a detention class; this is a chemistry classroom that I am taking right now, hence the workbenches and science equipment in the room."

Sue gave Rachel an evil glare. "I have been informed that you two are meant to have chemistry classes now, and I can already see the chemistry unfolding before me."

After hearing Ms. Sylvester's words, Rachel felt her cheeks begin to fluster, and shifted in her seat uncomfortably, trying her best to avoid eye contact with the person sitting next to her. Puck seemed to notice this and smirked like a mad man, although finding a bit adorable that she felt insecure about the topic.

That was when he remembered the topic was on detention.

"Shit! Oh man, if I get detention one more time, the coach is gonna kick me off the team for good."

"You know swearing doesn't really solve your problem."

"Oh really? Then please enlighten me, what is my biggest problem?"

"Your biggest problem is that you are the most competent fool jackass in this whole entire planet!"

"Sorry to break your heart sweetheart, but that is just a fact, not a problem."

"Well you know what, I-"

"I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE, I AM PREGNANT AND WILLIAM IS THE GODDAMN FATHER!"

Both teenagers turned to face the cheerleader coach, mouths agape from what they just heard come out of her mouth.

"Are you serious?" Rachel enquired, completely shocked.

"Nahhh, just wanted to say something completely random to shut you two up," Sue confirmed, heading back to the teacher's desk in the front of the room.

"I thought she had man parts," Puck mumbled to the diva, resulting to him on the floor. "Good talk," he assured, thumbs up.

"You must be wondering why no one else from your Chemistry class is here now? Well there was an announcement before lunch that mentioned anyone who is meant to have it now will have free periods instead," Sue announced.

"Then what are we doing here then? Let's bounce," Puck sneered, heading towards the exit, glad to be rid of Sue and Chem class, but was a little… sad from departing from Rachel.

"Hold it, Muck-"

"It's Puck-"

"Meh, they are all the same to me. Anyways, it should also be noted that you two weren't present in any of your classes today, not even in Glee club, and why is that?"

"Because this barnacle idiot and I were sadly locked up in the janitor's closet all night. I am saying sadly on my behalf, that meathead deserves to be locked up in there, wait… you were present Ms. Sylvester, with Mr. Schue unlocking the door," Rachel affirmed to her.

"Yes I was, but I wasn't there when you were both canoodling in there. Thank God for that, I would have never been able to see again," Sue stated.

"Are you smirking Noah Puckerman?" Rachel shouted at his direction, knowing intently he was.

"It would be a lie if I said no Berry," Puck assured her while heading to her where she was sitting, giving her a smirk.

"So anyways, since you two failed to show up to your classes while both being at school, it is my sad duty to say that I will be taking detention class with you two," Sue said, giving them both the stink-eye. "Now I have to baby-sit you two when I could've watched reruns of Sex and the City. But you are both punished mainly because that twerp said I had man parts."

This resulted to Puck being face first on the floor yet again.

"Dumbass," Rachel mumbled, annoyed with everything Puck has done that led her to be punished as well.

Sue grabbed a manilla folder with sheets of paper in it, handing Rachel and Puck theirs while giving the duo funny looks. "So to make up for the loss of Carrie and her sexcapades, you shall both be doing this instead."

Before either Rachel or Puck could say anything about it, Sue beat them to it. "You wanna know the best part? You will be assessing the person sitting next to you."

Sue definitely got the reaction she wanted. Rachel wanted to scream, and Puck wanted to burst out laughing. Actually, they both did that. Rachel raised her hand up in the air, furious. "Ms. Sylvester, I have an objection to this. I am pretty sure you aren't qualified to give out something like this, especially if this is all information needed for a dating website!"

Puck rolled his eyes at her response; it had to be soo knowledgeable.

"Are you questioning my authority or are you just annoyed that you have to make an assessment about the boy next to you? I see no problem with this, Duck-"

"It's Puck..."

"My bad. Buck is just a normal, innocent, hormone-crazed teenaged boy, who probably just wants to get into your pants, unless he has strong feelings of love for you, but nonetheless he is innocent enough so give him a chance."

Puck stared at the blonde haired teacher in front of him, flabbergasted. One, she mispronounced his name again. Two, he definitely was a hormone-crazed teenager. Three, he did want to get into Rachel's pants – or in her case, her short shorts under her skirts, but same thing – but a part of him didn't want to do that. Who would've thought Sue Sylvester knew how he felt? That was definitely un-Puck like.

Wait a minute; did she just say something about strong feelings of love? "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop right there lady. The only thing I love about her is-"

"Yeah, yeah, save it for filling out these sheets of paper. Just pretend that you two are dating and you are writing about what you love about each other," Sue proclaimed, giving both her infamous Sue Sylvester smile and headed to the front desk, pulling out a Who Weekly magazine.

"What kind of punishment is this?" Rachel questioned softly when she knew Sue was out of ear shot.

"Who cares, I'm glad this is our punishment instead. So tell me darling, rank your top five favourite sex moves we perform together?" Puck enquired, raising his eyebrows up and down.

Although Puck once again found himself on the floor a moment later, he made a mental note that since she loved to be in charge, her favourite sex move must be the missionary position.

While the two of them were silently writing what they defiantly love about each other, someone else was on a mission of their own, using a gossip magazine to shield what she was really doing on her mobile phone. Heading towards creating a new text message, only one sentence seemed to make everything go all planned.

Operation Fruit Salad Yummy Yummy is a-go-go, commencing phase 2: the loving of the lovers, sending it to a number she would surely plan to destroy after getting this collaborated plan of theirs to work.

After her phone flashed a brief pop up notice that informed her that the message was sent, Sue began to laugh inwardly to herself, reading in the magazine about how the woman that won the Emmy for Outstanding Role of a Supporting Actress of that television show she forgot the name of looked incredibly exactly like her.

"Dammit, now I have an anchoring for fruit salads," Sue mumbled, as she carefully slipped her phone back into her trackies to spy on what the bad boy and perfectionist were doing.

Two minutes after they were given the dating form, both the mohawked boy and the singing lover exclaimed at the same time, "Finished!"

Surprised, Sue got off her seat with the magazine in hand, and marched her way towards them. Picking up their sheets of paper, her plan to immediately burst out laughing came to a halt by reading only one word on each sheet.

When asked overall what they loved about their 'partner,' Rachel answered, "NOTHING!" while Puck answered, "EVERYTHING!"

"You two both know that apart from the last question, you left every other question unanswered?" Sue enquired, obviously pissed that the plan is now failing.

"Fine, can you pass my sheet back, please?" Rachel perked up, a devious smile playing on her features.

"Knew you wanted to commit to this," Puck whispered in her ear, making her arms get goosebumps.

"Please shut up before I will make you never create life again," she hissed, her pure venom tone intent.

While Puck chuckled at her response, Rachel was quick to jot down an answer for every other question written on the sheet. Looking satisfied, she handed it back to Sue, her chocolate-coloured eyes now showing a mysterious glint.

She got the reaction she wanted, with Sue booming at her, "You can't write "no comment" for every other question! What is wrong with you today, I see locking you up with landing strip boy over here seemed to put your mind into a non-confessing mode."

Her devious smile turned upside down, mumbling a few profanities about the mohawked idiot next to her, not paying attention to what he was babbling about now.

"I am right here, and I have a name too! And where the hell did you get 'landing strip boy' from, one of those milk cartons?" Puck interjected, still annoyed that the Cheerios coach was still forgetting his name.

"Well since you two don't wanna co-operate, would you like to stay another night at school just to finish this?" Sue questioned. "I know that The Good Wife is on, but I get to see the world premiere of how you two deal with each other by yourselves."

Rachel's orbs of vision widened at the mention of staying another night at school with… him. "Ms. Sylvester, I beg of you. I will do practically almost anything to not wanting that to happen. I already suffered with that predicament last night; do you really want me to go through it again?"

"Uh, yes!"

"Did I ask you ogre? No, so zip it!"

"Honey, it's a free country so I have the freedom to say whatever I want, and my answer is, uh yes!"

"And you wonder why you are a competent fool jackass?"

"I just know that I am one whenever I am around you."

"Hey mum and dad…" Sue interrupted the bickering couple. "Do me a favour, and shut up. Since this will probably go all night, I'm going to go fetch me some popcorn. Don't try to maul each other when I come back, because that is Sue Sylvester's job." She headed back to the desk placing the magazine on it, and headed in the direction towards the door, ignoring Rachel's pleas and Puck's many thanks.

And to make things more interesting, Sue locked the door, so more interesting things would evolve between the two adolescents. "Sue Sylvester, you are a son of a gun," she piped up, heading towards any place where she could find food.

"Now that we are finally alone, let's get back to what we were doing back in the janitor's closet, eh Sunshine?" Puck stated in a flirtatious manner, wrapping his arm around Rachel's shoulder once the Cheerios coach left the room.

She removed his arm off him, getting off her chair just to pace around and go over what her brain was registering to her at the moment. Deep down her mind, she pleaded that somehow Sue would come busting in and tell him off for using foul language and saying inappropriate words in a derogatory way, and give him a gruelling punishment, like wearing a Cheerios uniform all day, or even better, make him listen to love songs! Oh how she would pay a lot of money just to see that.

However, something else in her mind was yelling out loud that she liked these one-on-one encounters with the brawny simpleton. From the way he constantly ticked her off, calling her endearments that she had to admit she found some of them quite flattering and others insulting, and the need of always getting her attention. She wouldn't tell anyone this, but Puck was like a puppy – cute and playful at the start, but downright annoying later on.

Wait, did she just think that?

"Did I just think that?" she asked herself out loud, her question getting the attention of said puppy.

"I'm guessing your mind is telling you how much you like me, no?" Puck articulated, crossing his muscly arms across his chest.

Rachel groaned. "I will never ever like you, not even if you were the last boy on Earth, as cliché as that sounds. Even if you were the only guy in the world to produce future generations, I still would never like you. In fact, it is quite the opposite of that."

"Yeah, I figured you didn't like me," he responded with quietly, but loud enough for Rachel to hear.

Immediately, she began to regret her words. She knew that he was a buffoon who would never leave her alone, but he was also someone with feelings. However, he was right; she didn't like him that way. So was her mind shouting out the complete opposite?

She faced the hazel-eyed boy from where she stood near the exit, giving a sad, sympathetic glance to him. "I'm glad you understand."

"You don't have to comfort me because I know you don't like me like that…"

"I don't like you, but I don't hate you, because I-"

Rachel never got the chance to say what she wanted to say, because she instantly saw that infamous smirk ride up on his visage, saying three important and dominant words that chilled her when he mentioned it. "…because you love me."

Annoyed, Rachel screeched and turned back towards the door, mumbling some swear words about the nincompoop figure in the same room as her while rattling with the knob, realisation dawning on her that she was locked in another room with him again.

Yep, karma was now sinking its teeth in her ass right about now.

Frustrated about the whole situation she was in yet again, she banged on the door, shouting and hoping anyone would save her. Why was it that she was getting locked up in rooms with out of everyone, the badboy Noah Puckerman? Hadn't she suffered enough with their retorts?

Apparently, fate thought it wasn't enough. Especially for what said badboy responded with.

"Well since we are yet again trapped with each other, let me be the first to ask you this question: according to this sheet of paper, where is your preferred erogenous zone?"

Why am I alone with this perverted jackass… again? Rachel thought to herself, her face scrunching up to go yell at his disgusting question.

Pity they didn't know that when Sue left the room, she placed a hidden voice recorder that began to play on the teacher's desk, which was covered by the gossip magazine… and which was recording at that instant.

Meanwhile with Sue…

She searched everywhere for food, and there was none! There was, but there was no way in hell she was going to eat canned liver when the staffroom did not even have a stove. How McKinley High was although prestigious, was also cheap.

Damn Figgins. The next time I see him, I'm forcing him to put a McDonalds and name it after me because I am just so awesome, Sue's mind ranted.

So for the past fifteen minutes, she scavenged the place just to find food. Even bursting into an art class didn't help. Sue learnt that although they were painting fruit, it didn't mean they were painting real fruit. Tasting it didn't even help the matter either.

She turned the corner when she heard roars of laughter coming out from the Glee room. Precariously, she tiptoed her way towards the room, sneaking up on the occupants of the room, eyes widened with delight with vast amounts of popcorn clutched in their hands. Now was the chance to surprise them the same way she surprised the rebel and the goodie goody.

"I AM PREGNANT AND WILL IS THE FATHER!" she boomed, startling Mr. Schue, Emma, and the rest of the New Directions clan, mouths agape.

After an awkward amount of silence, several voices spoke up all at once.

"Dude, I thought she had man parts."

"Will, tell me you did not…"

"What the? What the hell are you on about Sue?"

"Greattt, just what we need, another Quinn Fabray."

"I'm right here in this room, you know that."

"OMG Ms. Sylvester, congratulations, who is the father?"

"If that is true Ms. Sylvester, allow me to be the first to say trackies aren't a good look for you for pregnancy, and if you don't believe me, Katy can vouch for me."

"SHUT UP!"

After another round of awkward silences, another voice spoke up. "Katy, I know exactly what you mean. I guess trackies make a woman go all psychotic during pregnancy."

"I'm not pregnant, I just wanted to get your attention," Sue beamed; proud of what she had managed to accomplish. However, she was clued out as to why the rest of the Glee members were in the Glee rehearsals room when class was meant to be on. Nonetheless, Sue didn't care about them, screw them. She had her own problems to deal with, like the hormonal duo back in the Chemistry classroom, and her urge for food…

"We cut class just to see what went on between them again before we have after-school rehearsals," Kurt answered on behalf of the Glee clan, twirling Katy on his finger. "So why are you here?"

"If you must know gay-shionista, I came because I am hungry," Sue announced, pushing Kurt off his seat and taking his food, munching on some popcorn. "And because all they are doing in that room is non-stop arguing in that godforsaken room. I'm pretty sure I contracted other diseases apart from Hepatitis just for being in the same room with them."

That was when she realised something. "Oh crap, I left them locked in the room and I bet they aren't even filling out that dating form. Well, gotta go," Sue exclaimed, taking Kurt's drink before she left the room. "Toodle-a-loo."

Cue yet another… another round of an awkward silence when… "Did she just-"

"Duh, she took my food and drink!"

"Not that Kurt, did she say that they agreed to fill out the dating forms?"

Five seconds later, the whole room was empty, fleeing off to where Sue went off to.

"I still don't know why I am doing this right now," Rachel wondered out loud, referring to her now filling out the dating form. After banging on the door for the majority of the time since Sue left, her once energetic energy was completely drained not only from that but from the previous night. And for some reason, Puck out of all people managed to get her to sit down… even if it was just to fill out the stupid dating form.

"Come on babe, just fill it out and she will let us go," Puck urged, skimming each question on the sheet and answering it.

Rachel observed his actions very carefully. From the way his hazel eyes were skimming each word, a smirk - and at times a smile – would be plastered on his lips, and his hand moving the pen he has grasping firmly to write who knows what, made her wonder as to what he had answered. Sure, for all she knew he could've wrote some stuff that were dirty related and knowing him, he probably did, but he must have also written some honest stuff about her as a 'girlfriend.'

For some reason, an unknown yet tiny small smile was placed on her features, returning to the sheet in her hands. If this was her way out of another night with the left tackle, then bring it on.

The first question: Do you like your partner's name?

What kind of first question is that? Rachel wandered to herself, bewildered. She took a rapid glance at the boy sitting next to her, pondering, would I like his name if we were together?

Rachel Berry, one of the main vocals of New Directions would never ever, even if it was a life or death question, tell anyone this, but she actually liked his name. Yep, you heard right, likes the name. It seemed to suit his personality, character, appearance and everything about him.

She hastily wrote down her answer, with the boy next to her noticing she was actually answering a question, leaned over to see her response. "Aww, I'm glad you love my name honey."

"Don't read my answers, it is confidential… I think," Rachel shouted at him, whispering the last part. "And I never said love, I said-" She peeked down at her sheet to have perceived that she didn't write 'like,' she indeed wrote that she loved the name.

"Shit!" Rachel cursed aloud, scribbling the answer out repeatedly.

Puck smiled that the girl had now contradicted her own words. "You know, a sexy chick once told me that swearing doesn't really solve any problems."

"Oh shi-crap!" she howled, face-palming her forehead.

Rachel = 0, Puck = 1

"What happened now? Did he get you pregnant?" Sue asked, once coming back to the room with a food supply in her arms.

"If we did, we would've used protection," Rachel answered, and then covered her mouth quickly from what she had just said. Did she just say that?

"Crap, did I just say that?" she said out loud.

Although Puck didn't see the devious smirk on Sue's face, all he could think of was his mind going crazy over what the wannabe diva had just stated. Oh wow, he was gonna sleep well tonight for sure.

Rachel = 0, Puck= 69

Yep, he knew what he was gonna dream about.

"Knew you wanted me," Puck beamed with a goofy smirk on his face.

"I do not want you, and what I said was mis-said," she retorted back, still recovering from what she had just said before.

"Then what was it you were supposed to say? "If we did, we would've used no protection whatsoever,"?" he questioned, mimicking the way she had stated her response.

She punched his arm, frustrated. "I do not sound like that! And I would never ever say anything like that."

"Yeah you would, I mean it's one of the answers on your questionnaire sheet thingy-ma-bob," he calmly affirmed, waiting for her reaction.

He should've known he would end up on the floor once again, he just didn't think it was that soon.

Sue pissed herself laughing sitting in the teacher's chair, the sight in front of her amazing to watch and observe. She was very grateful to even be present to see this take fold. She was even more grateful that her voice recorder was recording all of this, and overall glad she was a part of the plan that would hopefully work. From what was unfolding before her, it seemed that it was.

"I can't believe you said my best asset was none other than my ass."

"You know you are reading confidential information right?"

"Screw the confidentiality, that is just perverted."

"So if that is perverted, then why is your response to, 'How is your partner's body structured?' none other than, his toned muscly body?"

"That is not a perverted comment, and it is true."

"Ah, so her highness of hotness admits that I, the Puckmeister has a toned muscly bod?"

"I swear to God, when we get out of this room, you better run fast, because I will literally castrate you to death."

"Well you better catch me fast, because other ladies wanna get a piece of this badboy… unless you are jealous, is that why you want me to run from you, so you could have me to yourself? You should've just asked, I would have agreed to it."

"They can have you for all I care, you simpleton, idiot, jackass, nitwit, dumbass, motherfucking oaf, jerk, punce-"

"Don't hide your true emotions for me babe, you are either blushing, or are green with envy."

Sue took a handful of popcorn and shoved it in her mouth, quickly glancing at the recording device flashing record from under the magazine, before going back to watching another round of Rachel and Puck's banters. She slurped the drink she stole from Kurt, staring at the two oblivious lovebirds. "Sigh, young hidden love. No matter how many times they say it, denial is not just a river in Egypt."

Oh how I miss writing for this story... good thing I have plenty of ideas for these two for them to go bite their heads off. Muahahahahaha.

If there are any Aussies out there, you have to admit it was pretty damn hilarious that in the Granf Final, their score was a draw in like literally a minute. HAH! And all those people who went to the stadium to watch it now have wasted their money... and will probably waste it more if they come back next week.

Well if that is the case - GO SAINTS! I know I know, biased much? It's just that my uncle goes for them, and will pummel me if I don't go for them.

Anyhoos, like Sheldon says on the show, "BAZINGA!"

SMIGGLE!
R&R!