Puck takes his revenge
I don't own Glee or any of its franchise – but if Mark's ever available, I'm sure gonna try to own him…in a completely normal and non possessive kind of way, of course…
A/N Thank you guys and girls for the awesome reviews, they're the reason that I keep going despite having way too little time. This chapter (and the one that comes after it tomorrow) is pretty talky and transitional, but I hope it'll still interest you, and more importantly, that you'll like it!
"Okay, why the fuck is Madonna blaring through the entire school? My ears are fucking bleeding and I'm way too hot to feel this shitty in the morning. " I groaned, making my way over to Rachel, who was standing by her locker with Quinn.
Rachel rolled her eyes, "Your vocabulary is especially appalling in the mornings, Noah, have anyone ever told you that?"
"Yeah," I bent down and kissed her on the cheek she offered me, "you have. More than once too."
Rachel giggled, and I had to turn around to adjust myself, 'cause seriously, when she does that it's like a direct line to my dick. Although, now that I think about it, most of what Rachel does makes me hard as rock so it wasn't really a surprise.
"Okay, you two lovebirds," Quinn rolled her eyes as she lifted her bag up from the floor, "we've got class in five minutes and I need to get some orange juice from the vending machine or I'm gonna behave in a way that no one but me will find appropriate."
I watched her walk away in silence for a few seconds, taking the time to glare viciously to some of the other students that rammed into her and didn't even apologize. I was an asshole most of the time, but even I wouldn't treat a pregnant girl like that.
After she disappeared from view, I turned back to look at Rachel and saw to my surprise that she was staring at me with this strange look in her eyes.
"What?" I asked, feeling slightly uncomfortable when she still didn't speak.
"Nothing," she replied, weaving her arm in to mine as I took her books and mixed them with my own. "I guess, I just felt a little jealous for a second, but it's over now."
Rachel sent me one of her performance smiles that I hated so much when it was aimed at me, 'cause it usually meant she was lying through her teeth.
"Don't be," I muttered, and opened the door to the class we shared to let her enter first. In the back of my mind I was pretty fucking joyous that my screwing up and somehow letting Jacob ruin things for me hadn't killed whatever it was that she was feeling for me. I caught Rachel looking at me with a questioningly raised eyebrow and I elaborated, "You're the only one I want."
Fuck me; I'm turning into a grade A pussy here. I mentally rolled my eyes, while simultaneously promising myself to start my Jacob hunting that day to build up some of my kickass manliness again; even if, I gotta admit that the now sincerely beaming smile that Rachel sent me, was doing weird (but pleasant) things to me as we took our seats.
After I'd walked Rachel to her next class and made sure that she wasn't being hassled by anyone or doing anything other than just sitting there and taking notes calmly, like the doctors had told her too, I finally allowed myself the luxury of letting an evil smirk pass my lips, 'cause it was so on. The hunt for Jacob Ben Ishrael, I mean. That dude seriously needed a lesson in remembering that he was nothing more than a fucking dweeb.
Okay, I know I've taken a lot of steps to stop being the bully of McKinley High; I didn't even really like it the last few times I did anything bully related. But, for Jacob, I'd damn well enjoy it. The fucker deserved it.
Just to play it safe though, I hadn't told Rachel what I was planning, 'cause I had a feeling that she wouldn't feel the same way no matter how much pain his stupid nosiness had caused her.
It took me a little while, but finally I managed to get a hold of the curly haired Jew that had caused me and mine so much trouble. He was sitting in the library over in the corner, typing away frantically and I looked around to make sure no one was watching, before I strolled over to him and slung my arm around his shoulders. I might have squeezed his neck a bit hard with my arm, just a little bit anyway.
"Hi Jewfro," I greeted amiably, making sure that my eyes told him exactly what I had planned, despite my friendly tone of voice.
Apparently, I hadn't quite lost my edge, 'cause the blog obsessed idiot whimpered. Seriously, he whimpered like a mortally wounded animal or something. I briefly looked down at him to make sure he hadn't pissed his pants.
Satisfied that his pants seemed dry, I grabbed his collar and dragged him to his feet. "Now, let's take a little walk. I have some things to talk with you about."
About an hour later, I was at Rachel's class, waiting for her to exit so we could go to glee together. She took one look at my no doubt smug looking mug and crossed her arms. "What did you do?"
"What the hell, Girl," I exclaimed, not able to keep a quick laugh from escaping, "do you have some kind of psychic hotline wired at my awesome self? How do you just know shit like that?"
Rachel rolled her eyes and shrugged a bit, which caused my attention to waver towards her boobs for a second, but her voice managed to catch my attention again. "I do believe that I've told you on numerous occasions that I have this sixth sense when it comes to you. And to be perfectly honest, the look on your face reminds me of the one you used to wear whenever you successfully slushied me. So, in conclusion to your query, that makes it rather obvious that you've been involved in some kind of deviant behavior…"
The moment Rachel brought up our conflict filled past, I felt a rush of old guilt wash over me, but I didn't get a chance to apologize again (something, I just couldn't stop doing these days apparently), before I noticed an uncharacteristic hesitation in Rachel's otherwise beautiful eyes and she spoke again, although at a much quieter level this time around.
"…I'm hoping that whatever has transpired, it wasn't anything of the sexual nature…right?"
My immediate reaction was to go on the defensive. How the fuck did she think it made me feel that she evidently thought of me as a cheating scumbag without any proof? But then reality kicked in and the more observant part of my brain pointed out that the girl in front of me wasn't trying to make me feel bad; she was just insecure.
And judging from the slightly quivering lips, and the way she didn't meet my gaze told me that Rachel's confidence was blown to shit – and I'm betting her finding out that I banged Quinn hadn't exactly helped matters in that aspect.
Sighing, I beat down that dark part of me that wanted to lash out and stepped closer to her. "Rach," I murmured, not interested in having the other students around us listening in, "I know we never really talked all that much about everything but trust me on this; I ain't cheating on you, the thought didn't even cross my mind, Babe."
Rachel nodded; still not looking anywhere near me and I gently took hold of her cheeks with my hands and lifted her face so she couldn't help but look at me. "I'm not exactly great at this talking thing; half the time I end up pissing people off even more when I do try, but I promise you that I'll regret a lot of things in my life, I know that. But I also know that you being with me aren't even on that list. In fact, you're on the other list; you know, the one where all the things I'm fucking thrilled about are on. At the very top, 'kay?"
We looked at each other for what seemed like forever, hell, I was so caught up in this chick flick moment, my thumbs even started caressing Rachel's smooth cheeks and I didn't even fucking care.
"You're wrong, Noah," Rachel finally sent me a small smile, her eyes no longer shining with insecurities, but with happiness, if I interpreted it correctly, "you're really good at this talking thing. Thank you." She let out a breathy laugh and discreetly wiped her eyes and pecked me on the cheek before taking a step backwards to take a hold of her trolley.
Smiling thankfully when I took it from her, she asked, "so, to get back to the matter at hand. What, pray tell, is it that you've been up to, Noah?"
Shit, I'd completely forgotten about my revenge on Jacob after the little moment, I'd shared with Rachel and I grinned with satisfaction. "Well, you're not gonna be happy about it, but-"
I didn't get another word out, before the entire hallway froze as a pitiful scream sounded and the students parted ways like the water at the Red Sea to reveal an underwear wearing Jacob, who was stumbling down the hall. Beside me, I heard Rachel squeak as she no doubt tried to hold in her laughter. I didn't bother, 'cause the sight in front of me was fucking epic if you ask me.
Not only was the chubby Jew nearly naked in front of everybody. His entire body was covered in what I knew to be superglue and feathers and…other stuff that shall remain nameless. But that's not even the best part. The crowning touch so to speak was the Mohawk the normally so frizzy haired blogger was now sporting.
When Jacob came closer and noticed me, he wailed and turned right around and fled in another direction. Oh, yeah – I was good.
And, apparently, I was in the doghouse too. Turning around, I was met with Rachel's frowning face. I tried to look as innocent as possible, but it wasn't working as well as it usually did. Maybe if I flexed my muscles a bit? It always worked wonders when chicks flexed their stuff for me…Specially their boobs.
"Are you not the least bit concerned that he'll press charges or something along those lines?" Rachel admonished me, "I really do not have any intentions of going through something so stressful at this point in time."
Shit, all my barely concealed fears for her and the baby kicked back in and I quickly placed my hands on her belly. "Is everything okay in there? I didn't want to make you worry – the asshole just needed to be taken down a peg or two, that's all."
"Noah," Rachel sighed. "I honestly don't know what to do with you. But, for what it's worth, he did look delightfully hideous."
"Yeah that was cool, wasn't it?" I couldn't help but smirk and Rachel rolled her eyes, took my hand in hers and led the way to the choir room where, as usual the gossip mongers were already deeply involved in spreading the news of Jacob's misfortune. I knew from the gleeful look on most of the people's faces, including the ever silent piano player, Brad, that they weren't feeling the least bit sorry for my latest victim.
Not surprisingly, neither was I – although, I inwardly promised myself to send the guy a text with the best tip on removing the smell from his body later…or, maybe that night before I went to bed or tomorrow before school at the latest, we'd see how my night went first before I made any definite decisions.
Mr. Shue came in with a big smile on his face and gestured for us to take our seats. He even patiently listened to Rachel for a few minutes, as she went over some suggestions for Regional's. I sent him a grateful look. He'd been showing a bit more patience and care towards Rachel since her hospitalization, and I couldn't help but like the dude a bit better for it.
The rest of the day went by quickly. Mr. Shue forced us into a Madonna themed thing that kindda made my good feelings about the guy disappear as quickly as they'd arrived, 'cause come on. Madonna might be a hall of fame MILF, but I was a man's man and I didn't really wanna belt out any of her songs. No fucking way.
I did enjoy the girl's rendition of one of the songs though; Rachel in particular looked awesome in her red corset that almost hid the baby bump as she stomped around looking sexy as hell. Not even Santana's sultry looks interested me in the least.
But, for once, I don't think she noticed my lack of notice or whatever it's called. Instead, I saw that she was sending her best 'come hither' look at Finn, a lot more than she usually did and I also spotted that he was a lot more in to those looks than normally. I had a bad feeling about that, but pushed it aside, 'cause the next thing I knew, I was practically carrying Rachel to my truck to drive her home, a bit scared that she might have overexerted herself during her performance.
Things were fine though, and I even managed to share a quick meal with her and her dads'. Hiram had begun to loosen up around me after he'd witnessed how I reacted when his daughter was ill and the tension wasn't as bad as it used to be. Even Abraham was acting more carefree towards me again. I guess, seeing Rachel smile and giggle with Hiram, made up for those awful days where she'd been moping around because of me. He still made sure to send me these looks when no one was watching us that clearly stated that if I ever hurt his little girl again, he'd turn into any teenage guy's worst nightmare.
And in the middle of the meal, Quinn came home from whatever it was she'd been doing after school and joined in the fun like she'd practically lived with the Berry family for years instead of days. It was pretty cool actually.
The only thing that I felt was missing, was my six plus feet tall best friend, who would've made everything just a tiny bit more fun. The soft sighs and sad looks I sometimes caught Quinn in, told me that she was feeling the same thing.
Aside from that, the evening was a success. Rachel walked me to the door and hugged me goodbye and I took a deep breath of her smell, enjoying her laugh when she caught me doing it.
When I finally went home that night, I was in such a good mood, I even sent Jacob a text as I'd promised myself earlier before I went to bed.
Whoever said I couldn't play nice, huh?
A/N Short set-up chapter, I know, but good news! I'm almost ready with the next chapter. Will post it tomorrow. Now, please take a second to review, it'll mean the world to me!
Until Next Time