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A Puck/Rachel fic.

(Love This Pairing!)

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Disclaimer: Is clothing optional for Mark Salling?

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A/N: I just can't get enough of this pairing ... I can't recall every being this fascinated (obsessed) with a pairing before.

I love the idea of a jealous Puck, which is where the inspiration behind this story comes from.

I hope you like it, I know I'll love writing it!

Also, I have no idea if "Oakland High" is a real high school or not, it just sounded good.

As always, please read and review, I live for feedback!

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The entire school was buzzing. The glee kids were confused, the jocks were shocked, and the Cheerios were confuddled. Who was the mystery man driving Rachel Berry to school every morning? And not just driving her to school, but sometimes he would walk her to the door, and once - once - he even set foot in the school to walk her to her locker.

At first everyone assumed he was a relative of some sort. He was attractive, well-built, and seemed interested in talking to her. Must be a family member.

But one day the Cheerios had been taken a break from their workout when Quinn and Britney spotted Rachel rushing to the mystery car in the parking lot - more specifically the mystery guy leaning against the mystery car - and watched in shock as he opened his arms and kissed her full on the mouth when she'd run to embrace him.

Across the field, Puck saw it happen too. He'd been trying to figure out who the dude was that had been escorting Berry around like she was the Prom Queen. Well, apparently now he had his answer. Evidently she was dating him. How she had managed to keep it to herself - and off her MySpace page - was beyond him.

Finn saw that Puck wasn't paying attention, and took the opportunity it lob the football lightly at his head.

It had the desired effect, and Puck snapped his head around. "What the hell?"

"Dude, focus," Finn chuckled, not bothering to try to see what his friend had been so intrigued by.

Puck tried to get his head back into practice, but every time he had a spare minute to think, his mind wandered to Rachel Berry and her mystery man.

Since when do I give a rat's ass about who Rachel Berry is dating?

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The glee members - minus Matt, Mike, Finn and Puck - all cornered Rachel before the football guys and Mr Shuester got to the room.

"Girl, you got some explaining to do," Mercedes informed her.

"What?" Rachel asked, confused and feeling trapped.

Quinn spoke, "Who's the guy?"

"What's the story?" Kurt wondered.

"W-w-where does he g-go to school?" Tina asked her.

"How did you manage to snag someone that fine?" Britney wanted to know.

Rachel looked between all of them. "This is all because I'm dating someone?"

They all nodded.

"Oh, for goodness sakes," she sighed, pushing through the crowd to set her bag down. "His name is Owen, he's seventeen, he just transferred to Oakland High, he's a wide-receiver, and we've been dating for three weeks. Happy?"

Quinn, Britney and Santana fixed her with death glares.

"What?" Rachel asked.

"You're dating a football player from Oakland High?" Santana asked icily.

"I believe that is what I just stated," Rachel answered slowly as though Santana were learning impaired. "Why?"

"Oakland High is only our biggest rival!" Quinn informed her, throwing her hands in the air. "How could you be so careless?"

Rachel spread her arms. "I have no idea what the big deal is."

The three Cheerios all looked at her like she was from another planet, while the others in the room slowly started to understand.

"It's like, against the code of ethics to be dating someone from a rival school," Santana told her. "Especially with the big game coming up."

"When isn't there a big game coming up?" Rachel countered.

"Do you know nothing about football?" Britney asked her.

Rachel flared her eyes. "I know it's a big of testosterone driven boys ramming into each other and throwing a silly-shaped ball around."

Quinn put a hand to her head to quel her rising headache. "Okay, you cannot tell the boys about this."

"Um, Kurt and Artie are already here," she told them.

Britney shook her head. "Not those boys. The boys. Finn, Mike, Matt and Puck. If they found out, they'd blow a gasket."

"Why?" Rachel asked, annoyed.

Quinn looked her in the eye. "Just defer to our wisdom on this one, Berry. Please? For your own good. Better yet, end it with this Owen character. It can only end in tears."

"What can only end in tears?" Finn asked as the football guys walked into the room.

Rachel opened her mouth, but Mercedes clapped her hand over the smaller girl's mouth, and Quinn took the lead. "That outfit with a yellow overcoat," she fibbed hurriedly. "Just not a good combination."

Puck found it hard to believe that Rachel Berry was taking fashion advice from anyone, let alone Quinn Fabray, but he pulled out his guitar, getting lost in his thoughts.

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Owen picked Rachel up from school as usual, not failing to notice the mob of people standing by the entrance to the school as his girlfriend left.

He watched them curiously as she made her way to his car.

"Fanclub?" he wondered jokingly when she was within earshot.

Rachel rolled her eyes. "I'll tell you later."

He nodded, getting in the car after her and starting the engine. "Fun day at school?"

She rolled her eyes but added a smirk this time, giving him a quick kiss before buckling her seat belt. "The best," she commented sarcastically, her eyes wandering to the vacant football field as they left the school parking lot.

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End of chapter 1.

The rest of the chapters should be longer, but I just wanted a short little intro chapter to kick it off.

Review are appreciated, positive or negative!

Until next time ...!