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Now I'll leave you with the fifth chapter of 'Welcome to New Directions!". Hope you have fun.
How on earth she ended up in the backseat of a cab, headed to New Directions, she had no idea. All she knew was that it was all Santana's fault.
All. Santana's. Fault.
That night they were supposed to meet Quinn and Kurt in a new club downtown, dance the night away and have some deserved fun after a few quite hectic months, or so her best friend told her. Santana went to Rachel's apartment and they got ready together; Rachel wore a tight short black dress and her favourite ankle boots and her hair fell freely in long floating locks while Santana wore a red dress with a sweetheart cut, which emphasized her breast (of which Santana was very proud …with all the money she invested in them!) perfectly, and her hair was tied so that they were falling on one side of her neck. According to Santana, they were the "most fucking hot babes in the whole City".
Wrapped in their thick winter coats, they set foot on the street and they took a cab.
As soon as they got in, Santana rushed at the door on Rachel's side and lock it. The short brunette looked at her like she was out of her mind. She put the pieces together only when Santana told the driver to go at the New Direction. The Latina smirked at her friend and said to her "I told you we were going to go there. Tonight's the night!", receiving in return a clutch bag right in the face that took her completely by surprise. "You crazy?" said the voluptuous brunette with eyes full of astonishment.
"You deserve a lot more of that!" and, with that, she started to hit the other one with the small bag over and over again. "I told you that I didn't want to go! I told you! But you did what you always do: you didn't consider what I want and you just kept going with your plan. I would have never done something like this to you. NEVER!"
"God, Rach! You're such a pain in the ass!". Santana knew that she said the wrong thing the moment she take a good look at her best friend's face and saw hurt all over the place.
"You know what, Santana? This pain in the ass is done talking to you." And with that she crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked out of the window. Santana stared at her friend and said "You can't be serious, right now!". Her statement was met by silence. Yep. She was dead serious. So, the Latina just sighed; it was going to be a long, long night.
As the taxi pulled over, Rachel opened the door and started to walk in the opposite direction from the club. She managed to walked for a couple of meters when she was stopped by Santana, who was standing right in front of her and grabbed both her arms, saying "We're going in, Berry, so you better be cooperative". Rachel didn't talk and even when her alleged best friend tried to push her towards the club she didn't move, years and years of dance gave her a quite muscular body.
So Santana sighed "Rachel, look at me", the brown eyes met the black ones of the Latina. "I'm sorry, okay?". The short brunette diverted her gaze from her friend, but the tall woman grabbed her chin and gently turned Rachel's face so she was looking at her again. "Rach, I really am. But I just want you to enjoy your life! You can't do the same things all the fucking time. You're wasting your youth and I won't let you. I love you too much to let you do that. So, tonight, we're going to the strip-club. If you don't want to look, then don't look but just…please?" Rachel still didn't utter a word, but she turned on her heels and slowly walking towards the club. Santana caught up with her and they kept on walking silently. The silence's treatment was killing the tall woman. "Still no talking to me?" she asked. Silence. Just silence.
The first time Rachel talked again wasn't meant for the Latina but for the bouncer at the door.
"Ladies, there's a line. Please" he said, before letting them speak. "I'm Finn Hudson's sister. Can we come in?" asked Rachel gently. The bouncer took a good look at the brunette and said "You really his sister?". She nodded. "So why are you here? Isn't it weird come and watch a show where your brother takes off his clothes?". At that statement, the short woman looked pointedly at Santana and said "Oh, believe me, I know…". The Latina huffed and said raising her voice "I said I'm sorry, Rach!".
The bouncer laughed at the two and opened the door. "Good luck" he said to Rachel, winking at her, and she answered "Thank you very much. I'll need it".
Rachel marched into the big hall, focusing on the research for the furthest table available and keeping her eyes away from the stage, where she supposed one of the guys was doing his performance since the women in the club were yelling like cats in heat. She found a free booth and she sat down.
A few seconds after, Santana took her place in front of her and looked around. "Well, I thought it was way worst than this!" she said while taking off his coat. In the meantime, Rachel was staring at the table as if it was the most interesting thing in the whole world.
A waiter in just black pants and a bowtie came to their booth and asked what they wanted to order. Santana ordered a Martini while Rachel asked for a soft drink; she has to stay sober in case she had to find the quickest escape routes from that place.
The music ended and a voice took its place. She barely heard what the man was saying but he had her full attention once he introduced 'The Puckerone'. Noah was about to do his performance.
The music started and the other women started to holler. She looked around with annoyance, do they know that he's more than just a body?
Her eyes came back to the stage just in time to see the curtains open and Noah appeared, with a hooded sweatshirt and black sweat pants. He stood with his legs at shoulders' length and his hand behind his back. At his cue, he stepped forward, unzipping the sweatshirt and taking it off in time with the music. A white wife-beater hugged his torso nicely and in his head there was a red cap. When the song's lyrics started, he thrust his hips in time and pointed at some women in the first raw of tables. He turned on himself and ended on the edge of the stage on his knees, passing teasingly his hands down his torso until they ended on the floor. He, then, moved on his knees doing some pelvic trusts in time with the music.
"Oh. God. Did they turn the heat on?" thought Rachel. She tried to be as emotionless as she could be but Noah made it an impossible task for her.
To get back on his feet, he did a back flip and with a quick movement he took off the wife-beater, keeping it in his hands. With a jump, he landed on his hands and slowly descending until, first his upper body and than the rest of it, touched the stage and, thanks to a slide, he ended up sitting on the 3 steps that divided the main stage from a peninsula, where eager women were waiting with cash in their hands. To helping him standing, he did some more pelvic trusts with a wicked smile in his face and did some more hip hop moves. He put his wife-beater inside his pants and, after a few beats, he threw it at the adoring women, just before turning around and jumping off the peninsula with a back flip. He was really athletic, Rachel must admit that. He went straight to one of the customers, who was seated on a chair, and put her legs on his shoulders, bringing her up with the chair just to make the item fall in a matter of seconds. He made the woman lie on the stage and moved his face next to her belly while his hips were trusting lasciviously.
Rachel felt an unsettling feeling at the pit of her stomach. She couldn't stand the sight of him with this other woman and had to clenched her fist very tightly.
He got up and, grinning, started to take off his shoes only to turn with his back to his audience and slowly lower his pants, showing black tight boxer shorts which hugged his backside perfectly.
At that, her mouth fell open and her mind went blank. The only thing that she remembered were money flying at him and feminine catcalls.
"Berry, you're drooling". Santana's voice took her back from her haze. The petite brunette passed her hand next to his mouth instinctively and didn't feel anything wet. She open her mouth, to tell her that she wasn't funny, when she remembered: she was still made at the woman. So she closed her mouth with a quick move and looked at her with angry eyes.
"Still with the silence's treatment, I see…" Santana trailed. The Latina looked at her friend while she couldn't keep her eyes off the stripper and she realized 'The Puckerone' (stupid name is you ask her!) was Noah Puckerman, the man that every Monday would go to the diner just to be with Rachel (according to the weekly Quinn-bulletin) and for whom her best friend was raging a major lady boner on. But she had to admit that the man was hot as fuck, no wonders Rachel liked him. She always had good taste about man (at least for what concerned their looks…the problems were their personalities that sucked big time!).
Rachel was sipping at her soft drink and taking in the environment when she felt a presence sitting right next to her. She abruptly turned around and was met by a very shirtless Puck.
"Finally you follow my advise, Rach" he said with a smirk.
"Well, hello to you too Noah. How are you?" she said with a flat voice. The basic politeness norms were lost in him. Noah rolled his eyes and smile sincerely at here "I'm fine, B. So you finally decided to come…" but he was stopped by the petite brunette. "I didn't decide to come here. I was forced by someone!" and she glared at her best friend.
Puck laughed out loud and talked for the first time to Santana "Definitely have to thank you for bringing her here! Name?" As soon as he stopped talking and just before the Latina was able to answer, Rachel elbowed puck and hissed "Traitor! We don't like her. She's mean!". This drew a laugh out of both listeners so she huffed and turned around, giving him her back: he was fraternized with the enemy and so didn't deserve her attention.
"Name's Santana, I'm Rach's best friend". She was interrupted by Rachel's mumble "Well, that's going to change for sure…" and then the petite woman decided to not listening to them by focusing on the rest of the people in the room.
Suddenly she felt herself be dragged backwards by a strong muscular arm and she kept going until she hit his side with her back. It was the first time that they were so close and she felt goosebumps appear on her arms. His mouth got closer to her ear and he nuzzled his nose in her hair before saying "You done being a baby?". She stiffed at the assumption that she was acting childishly (which she was but they totally deserved it) and tried to free herself from the embrace but he kept her in it easily.
"I'll have you know that my acting is a mere consequence to the mean and unsympathetic behaviour that the two of you are showing towards me!" stated her.
While she was talking, she didn't realise that Schue presented another stripper. She glanced at the stage and in a couple of seconds the stage was covered in fog, and Mike's silhouette appeared. He had a black cap, a sort of bulletproof vest and black pants and his left arm was grabbing a handle above his head, making him turn around so quick that he took his feet off the ground. It was like he was flying.
She could hear Noah and Santana talking in the background, but she was totally enthralled by the way Mike moved. His performance was perfect: the moves were clean and every slide was made with professional precision. It was spectacular to watch; the only other person that she knew could be at his level was Santana's girlfriend, Brittany. And she was so immerse in his moves that she didn't even realize that he started to take off his clothes.
Puck tried to call her but he noticed that she was staring at Mike with shiny eyes. "Are you crushing on Chang, Berry?". The only answer that Rachel gave him was a "Shush!", she didn't want to miss one move.
Puck was stunned. He looked at Santana and asked again "Is she crushing on Mike?". Santana laughed and shrugged "Well, he's definitely hot as hell so she'd have my blessing". He could feel the anger rise, and felt the sudden necessity to break something. His arm slid away from the brunette and he crossed his arms on the table, much for Santana's amusement.
These two were to obvious for their own sake and the Latina thought that SHE would have died for the sexual tension between the two. The way he licked his lips every time he watched at her and the way her best friend smiled lightly when his arm wouldn't let go of her made the hot Latina decide that she would make Puckleberry happened, no matter what.
Rachel came back from her haze, once Mike's number ended. "Mike is a great dancer!" she announced in disbelief. "The way his movements are in perfect sync with the rhythm and the way he pop'n'locked was really remarkable. The way he did those pirouettes was flawless and…" but this time it was Santana's turn to interrupt her friend.
"Whoa, Berry! Hold the fucking phone! Hot dude just took off his clothes, ending just with a tiny little thong, and you are talking about 'remarkable moves'? You sure you're not lesbian too?" said the Latina grinning. Rachel's mouth became a thin line and started to talking to Noah in the ear.
"Oh, hell no, Rach! I'm not gonna play this game. You want to tell her something? You talk to her" but he stopped when he saw a sad pout on her face. How could she manage to be the most adorable and the sexiest thing ever at the same time?!
He sighed and said "Fine, I'll tell her". His eyes and the Latina's ones met and Santana mouthed "Whipped". He glared at her and simply told her "She said that you're a bitch and you should fuck off".
She slapped his arm and said "I did not said that!". "Rach, I just sum up what you said with way less words" the man said back, grabbing her drink and taking a sip. God, it was disgusting. "How the hell can you drink this shit? It's nasty!"
But, just when she was this close to chastised him for his poor choice of words, the men with the cowboy hat said that it was time for 'The Kid' and Rachel's eyes grew bigger. Finn told her his stage name so Rachel covered her ears with her hands and shut her eyes tightly, leaning her head on the table. Noah started to laugh like a mad man.
From her position, she said to Puck "Please, inform me when it's over". He grabbed her wrist and, with delicacy, moved her hand away from her ear and said "Oh, come on. He's not that bad! He got better since the first time! He…" He shut up immediately when Rachel glared at him furiously. If looks could kill, he would be dead.
She returned in her previous position and waited for the end of this torture. She could feel Noah's hand on her back, gently moving in soothing circles, and started to relax under his touch.
At one point, she felt her arm been squeezed by his hand. She looked at him and he mouthed 'It's over', so she, very cautiously, opened one eye and then, when she decided that the coast was clear, the other one. She adjusted her hair and behaved as if nothing happened.
"Well, must admit that all that working out paid off! His body is smoking!...But he definitely didn't have the moves…" said Santana absent-mindedly. "I mean, he improved from high school but still can't keep a beat to save his life, which its fucking hilarious since he's a drummer! At least he didn't trip on his own feet." Puck laughed out loud and replied "I know, right? Mike is trying his damnest to make the guy moving decently. The other day I'm quite sure Chang was this close to cry like a little girl when Hudson messed up with the steps of the group number. I mean, you just have to move your hips, sway and wink. It's not rocket science!".
They didn't notice that a pissed Rachel was listening to them. "Ehi! Would you stop trash-talking about my brother? I'm sure he's trying his hardest and he should be applaud for that; it's not his fault if he isn't skilled in the dance department. I'm sure he did a very good job nonetheless!" stated the short brunette (she was one overprotective sister), only to be stopped by the Latina who said "You didn't even look at him!". After a very heated glare to her friend, she continued "And then is not just about moving your hips. Look at your and mike's numbers, for example. They were more than just that" finished Rachel.
She looked at Noah and he was looking at her with a high eyebrow and a smirk on his face "Oh, so I take you liked it", his hazel eyes were shiny lasciviously. Rachel answered (almost) sincerely "You are very athletic, Noah. I was very impressed". Puck put an arm around her shoulder and said "You were impressed by my moves or by my awesome body? Don't be shy, baby. It's natural, I know ladies love it", then he moved the other hand across his naked chest. It was really hard to her to keep looking in his eyes instead of losing herself in the magnificence that was his body, but she had to and said in a very calm tone "Watch out. Your head could swell too much and you could fly away".
Puck and Santana looked in each other eyes after Rachel's statement and, in a couple of seconds, they were bent double in laughter. When they both calm a little, the Latina said "Isn't she something?", eyeing Puck, who was watching at the petite woman and licking his lips. He simply nodded and smiled a little.
"R-R-Rachel?" a very, very, very familiar voice called their attention. A very flushed Finn was staring at Rachel in horror and hissed "What are you doing here? How long have you been here?". Then he glared at Santana and pointed at her "It's your fault. I know it's your fault! Why did you come here?"
"Why do you think it's my fault?" asked Santana, faking offence and putting one hand on her heart. Finn sat down next to her and stared at her in the eyes with a serious expression. The Latina rolled her eyes and sighed "Fine. I sort of kidnapped her but she's fine, isn't she?".
At that point, Rachel intervened "Don't worry, Finn. I'm already not talking to her and I'm deciding who to elect as my new best friend. And I shut my eyes very tightly and covered my ears when you were on stage, I didn't see anything" said very seriously. Finn passed his hands on his face and took a good look at his sister's shoulder, where Puck's hand was resting. He looked at his friends and asked "Dude, what's with the hand?". Puck just shrugged and said "It's comfy."
The foursome were immersed in an easy conversation (except when Santana tried to bring up Finn's ability as stripper) when a blonde came up to them and talked to Noah sultrily. "Hi baby. I really, really need to go on a ride on the Puckerone express; so why don't you ditch the Queen of Noseland and join me?"
April Rhodes was one of the most devoted clients of the club, mostly because she knew that, after the show, she would fuck the night away with Puck. She waited for most of the night for him to get tired of Rachel but when she understood that he wouldn't go away from her any time soon, she decided to get in action and get the man. Little did she knew that attacking the petite brunette wouldn't suit very good with the two men nor save her from the Latina's wrath. In fact, as April uttered the sentence and Rachel frowned while touching her nose, the men glared at her furiously (Puck also tightening his hold on the brown-eyed woman) and Santana, with a low voice, said slowly "The fuck did you just said?".
The blonde exploded in a drunken laugh (let's just say that she already hit the bar several times) and said "Oh, please! Let's talk about the obvious nosed pink elephant in the room. Puck, honey, you could do so much better than that thing. And sweetie" she was talking to Rachel "an advice for the next time you and your nose decide to go out: to make it look smaller, you should wear something larger…like Alaska!".
The small brunette sat there with her mouth wide open, taking in all that the blonde one threw at her, but then Santana got up red in face and went straight in front of the trashy woman.
"Now, you listen to me very carefully, Mushmellon. You and your wrinkled ass will apologise to my friend and then get the fuck away very quickly or I'll tear that fake extensions of yours from your hair one by one and then shove them down your throat". April looked at the Latina in disbelief: how does she dare talking to her like that? She looked at Puck and told him "Are you letting her treat me like that? Do something!". Noah looked at the older woman and said "Actually, I totally agree with Santana; you'd better apologise and get the hell away, April". The blonde's mouth fell open. "So you're choosing her over me?! But I'm way better!" she whined.
Santana's laugh could be heard all around the club. "Bitch please! Did you look at her?" the Latina said, pointing at her best friend "She's hot as hell, has the longest legs ever seen, toned body and eyes that could melt ice. She's fierce and has the kindest heart. And you say that you're better?! How old are you? 97? Please, cover your dried boobs, for the love of God; they're just nasty. And how pathetic is that you have to beg for someone to fuck you? Uh, last thing: the animal print leggings make you look like a cheap hooker and the guy of LMFAO called. He wants them back" deadpanned Santana, crossing her arms in front of her chest. And, as the ultimate bitch-slap, Finn arrived with Azimio and Karofsky in tow and said "Guys, take the lady out. She's no more welcome in here". All April was able to do was standing with eyes wide open while being dragged out of the club, speechless.
Santana was still standing when she saw Rachel freeing herself from Puck's hold, getting out of the boot and throwing herself in the Latina's arms. Santana smiled and squeezed her best friend tighter. "I'm guessing that I'm forgiven" the short woman nodded "and that I'm still your best friend and always will" the other nodded again "and that you'll talk to me again" the brown-eyed woman nodded a third time and, with a small voice, said "Thank you, Tana". Santana started caressing Rachel's hair and told her friend "That thing was talking shit about my best friend and that's not happening on my watch". They stayed like that for a couple more seconds and then the Latina said in Rachel's ear "Better if we come back to seat or Puck will go crazy if he won't have you next to him in the next three seconds".
In fact, Puck was seating restlessly on his seat; he wanted desperately for Rachel to come back so he could check on her. The shit April threw at her was pretty heavy and he didn't want her to believe to anything the blonde said.
The women took their seats and, as soon as Rachel sat, Noah's arm wrapped her in a sideway hug while Finn took her hand in his. "Rachie, are you okay? You know that you don't have to listen to her, right? There will always be people who will try to bring you down but you have to know that you are amazing. Please, don't care about what that sad woman just said" said the worried brother. Rachel smiled fondly at her brother and squeezed lightly his hand "Don't worry, Finn. I'm good."
And with that, the conversation started anew, with Santana talking about the performance that Sam was giving on the stage (he was practically straddling a woman on an iron littler, while Artie and Blaine was standing on the opposite side of the gurney dressed like male nurses). But when the Latina and Finn were too engrossed with their bickering, Rachel felt Noah's breath on her neck and, a few moments later, she heard his voice saying "You know, I totally agree with Santana. You're fucking hot. And your nose is my favourite." Rachel turned her head and smiled at him, looking through her long eyelashes. He replied with a similar smile and kissed her forehead lightly, when he did that she sighed happily.
She looked at the stage and then at the two men. "Guys, don't you have to come back to work? I don't want your boss to get mad at you because you're with us!" Puck shook his head and informed her that they already did their two required performances and added "And we usually spend the rest of the night with the hottest chicks in the club, which we already are, so no sweat Rachel. You're not getting us in trouble", winking at the brown-eyed girl. She really hoped that no one noticed the way her cheeks blushed.
Later, after the club closed for the night, the only two women left where Rachel and Santana, who was waiting for the men to appeared from behind a curtain. According to Finn, it was too late for them to go home by themselves so he said that it was better if they would wait for him and they agreed.
Rachel jumped down from the stool where she was seating and made her way to the restroom, just to be stopped by something that grabbed her by the arm. She turned around and saw a man around her age, with awful brownish frizzy hair. His little eyes were almost hidden behind glasses, his skin was pale and had some white pimple in sight. He was disgusting. And he kept getting closer and closer to Rachel saying "Hi! From the first time I saw you, I knew that we were meant to be. Our babies will be beautiful".
Rachel shrieked and said "You're crazy! Let go of me! Let me go!" . She tried to wiggle out of his grip, but it was too strong. She tried to put more distance between the two of them but, at one point, she felt the cold door of the restroom blocking her path. She was panicking because the crazy man continued to get closer and closer with closed eyes and his mouth ready to kiss her; so she bowed her head and closed her eyes too, whimpering.
Suddenly the grip disappeared and she heard a thump. She opened her eyes and saw the creepy man hanging on the wall with his feet off the ground while Noah was holding him by the collar of his shirt.
"The fuck do you think you're doing, asshole?" he growled and looked at the DJ menacingly. The pale man turned even paler and looked around to find any type of help. But Puck's hold got tighter and he lifted the other one a little bit higher, making Jew-fro sweat like a pig. "Next time I see you even watching in her direction, I'm going to beat the crap out of you. Got it?" The creepy one just nodded furiously but that didn't satisfy Puck, who said "I didn't hear you, snot…". "Y-Y-Yes. I-I-I'll leave her alone."
At that, the mohawked man let go of the jackass, who fell at his feet in a ball of fear and sweat and still whimpering, and walked to Rachel. As soon as he was her side, she hugged him tightly and said "Thank you, Noah. Thank you so much." Her voice was muffled because her face was buried in his chest. He hugged her back and lean his lips on the top of her head. "Don't worry, I'm here. The twit is never gonna get close to you again".
They walked towards the group and, as soon as they spotted them, Santana and Finn was asking what happened and why Rachel seemed so shaken. Puck simply told them not to worry, that he already took care it. Finn looked seriously at him and nodded, silently thanking him for defending his sister.
The group went out in the street chatting loudly. The petite brunette was still standing next to Noah when she felt poking her arm and, looking down, saw that Puck was extending her his mobile.
"What I am supposed to do with your phone, Noah?" asked perplexed. The man laughed and answered "Well, you put your number in it so I can call you". Rachel smiled and took the phone, keying in her number. She heard Santana calling for her so she quickly called her mobile phone, raised herself on her tip toes and kissed his cheek.
"Good night Noah and thank you again" she whispered in his ear. A shiver was shot down his spine. She hugged the others and run to Santana, intertwining her pinkie with the Latina's one. Noah stood there, watching the three with a soft smile on his face, while his friends was watching at each other: like The Grinch, Puck's heart grew three sizes larger and it was Rachel Berry to thank for that.
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