Hmmm…so I haven't done the writing thing in a while, but I figured I'd give it a shot again… Idea came from me washing my car in the blistering Sydney heat a few days before Christmas (I started before 10am and I walked inside again with a tan!!!).

Disclaimer: Santa=epic fail for not bringing me the rights to Glee for Christmas. Could you imagine the Puckelberry goodness if I did get them though? Also don't own Like it Like That by Guy Sebastian (highly recommend you iTunes it though) nor do I own Ten Things I Hate About You. (Not even on DVD, sad face)

Just to be clear, I am Australian, so I use the Queen's English, meaning that I put the letter u where it belongs and use s, not z. (Sorry Liza)

***

"Hey T, I'm washing Q's and my cars if you need to do yours too. If not company would be nice. Xoxo". Tina and Rachel had only recently discovered how close they lived to one another. They had lived walking distance from one another for years without realising it, and now that they had figured it out, they bounced from house to house regularly. Tina quickly texted Rachel back.

"Bringin tunage. C u in 5"

***

Tina could be heard well before she could be seen. Rachel shook her head. She and Tina had regular arguments about how loud music could before it was considered distracting whilst driving. Tina carefully backed her car onto Rachel's front lawn.

"Wow Rachel, you have quite the set up here, let me guess, you have a plan for how we're going to do this as well right?" Tina asked playfully. Rachel rolled her eyes.

"I hadn't gotten past Tina gets here, Tina hooks up music, Tina and Rachel clean three cars, but if you want a flow chart, I guess I could organise one?" Rachel teased back. She was well aware that she was slightly anally retentive, but had chilled out and learned how to laugh about it once the Glee Club got over their Hate-On-Rachel-Parade. She and Tina quickly got to work, cleaning the three cars meticulously (Quinn had an OB appointment with Finn, and had long since lost the desire or the ability to move around enough to wash a car, so Rachel had stepped up to the plate.) They didn't even hear another car pull up.

"Oh, please tell me you're practicing for McKinley's wet tee shirt competition." Rachel and Tina immediately crossed their arms over their chest. Rachel raised a single eyebrow at her boyfriend.

"Kidding! I was totally kidding!" Puck groaned. Rachel poked him in the ribs before kissing him hello.

"You better be," was all she had to say. Tina frowned.

"Not that I'm not thrilled to see you in all your Mohawk-y glory Puck, but what are you doing here?" Tina asked. Puck pointed to his truck.

"I have some pools to clean a few blocks up, and I saw you lovely ladies and I figured I'd make a pit stop to say hey." He explained. Tina noticed the shift in Rachel's body language, but apparently Puck was oblivious to it.

"I didn't know you were cleaning pools again," Rachel said quietly.

"I have a kid on the way and its swim season. Of course I'm cleaning pools, no biggie." Puck shrugged. Tina wanted to jump over the car and strangle him for his idiocy.

"Well, you don't want to be late. See you tonight for that movie?" Rachel asked, her voice tight.

"Aw babe, raincheck? I have no idea how long these pools will take and I'll be exhausted afterwards." Rachel forced a smile onto her face.

"Ok, tomorrow then?" She asked.

"Nah, I've got pools to do down Maple Boulevard. I'll make it up to you later, ok?" If it were possible, Rachel looked like she had a rod shoved up her back and like a kicked puppy at the same time. Puck kissed her on the cheek and drove off. She shakily hosed the soapsuds off the car. Tina opened her mouth to speak.

"Actually, Tina, I really don't want to talk about it. Can you please just turn the music up?" Rachel asked. Tina snapped her mouth shut, and began to blast angry chick rock loudly.

***

Three days later, Tina turned the corner after a truly atrocious experience in her economics class (why she would need it as a psychologist was beyond her), to see Rachel at her locker, very stiff backed, giving one-word answers to Puck. Tina made her way towards her locker (three down from Rachel) to hear Rachel hiss

"One, I do not have PMS, you are just frustrating the hell out of me, and two, if you can't figure out what could possibly be upsetting me, you're far denser than I ever gave you credit for." She slammed her locker shut and stormed down the hallway, her schoolgirl skirt swinging with her stride.

Puck looked over at Tina, aghast. Tina could only shake her head. Realisation dawned over his face. He seized Tina's arm and dragged her into an empty classroom.

"You know why she's so pissed," he stated. Tina just stared at him.

"Ah yeah, you're right, I do know." Puck looked at her expectantly.

"Are you serious? Think Puck, think really hard. What have you just started doing in the past two days?" Puck scratched the shaved part of his head. Tina scoffed.

"Ok moron, I'll spell it out for you. You've just started cleaning pools, right?" Puck nodded. Tina clapped sarcastically.

"Yeah, and just think about the other services you used to provide to pool owners. Think real hard on that and you might just have your answer." Tina readjusted her bangles and stood to leave.

"What, does Rachel seriously think I'm still banging cougars?" Puck asked. Tina sighed. They were finally getting somewhere.

"Look, I doubt she actually thinks you are, but can you blame her when you fail to even let her know that you've started cleaning pools again, and you haven't done anything to reassure her otherwise? I know that you're just cleaning pools, but the rumour mill doesn't. She's humiliated by all the crap flying around about you, and you've given her frankly over active imagination the chance to go wild." Puck frowned.

"How do I fix this?" he asked.

"Watch this." She flipped him a DVD. She strode to the door.

"Offer yourself up at the alter of indignity." She added.

***

The movie Tina had given him, as chick flicks went, wasn't too horrible. To be totally honest, it kinda reminded of the play they had studied in English by Shakespeare (who dressed like a douche but had written some guaranteed panty-dropping plays). He picked his phone up and sent out a group text. He picked up his guitar and began to fiddle with some chords. His grand gesture was being set in motion.

***

Rachel shut her locker. She was sore from her self inflicted ass kicking on her elliptical to distract herself from the various pool cleaning scenarios she had invented the previous evening and was highly resentful of the huge pile of sources she had to analyse for her history class the next morning. She sighed. It was lunchtime, so she could finally cram her face with chocolate like she'd been planning to do since first period, not caring about the costumes she had to fit into in a week and a half's time for Nationals. She turned the corner, mentally planning the epic peanut butter and chocolate concoction she was going to consume upon entry to the cafeteria (she was sure that she was being influenced by Quinn's pregnancy cravings), despite the fact she knew Noah didn't like peanut butter. Her reveries were disrupted abruptly when she was pulled into the ladies bathroom.

"I got a new bronzer. You need to let me give you a sun kissed glow." That could only be Kurt. She didn't even bother argue. She abruptly sat down and let Kurt attack her face. She allowed him to add eyeliner and mascara; not motivated enough to say anything to stop him. She protested when he blindfolded her.

"Don't be glum, sugarplum. Besides, my orders have come from above." He whispered into her ear. Rachel resisted the urge to roll her eyes at him, (not that he would have been able to see it) but instead squared her shoulders as she allowed him to lead her. She felt herself get pushed into the uncomfortable bench seat of the cafeteria. The room was buzzing with an unusual energy. Rachel frowned at the four tables that had been shoved together, a drum kit and several amps balancing precariously on it. The room was abuzz with guesses as to why it was there.

"Miss B, you need to put your happy face on, and enjoy the show." She glared at him, but obediently looked the direction he was pointing.

"So, this is Noah Puckerman offering himself at the altar of indignity for being a supreme ass." Puck murmured. Rachel rolled her eyes at him. Supreme ass was right. Finn began to beat out a rhythm on the drum kit. That was nothing new. What was new was Mike playing the flute. Her jaw dropped. The rest of the Glee club was clapping along with the beat. Puck began to sing.

Ain't it a funny thing, How you run to me
When he sends you spinning out of control to the N-th degree
You know I make it right, I'm at your command
You can tell me anything you want, You know im gonna understand

I won't let you down, break it down-d-down-d-down
Never let you down, break it down

Rachel couldn't help it. She began to tap her foot along with the beat. Damn Puck and him knowing her weakness for old school rhythm and blues.


Hey-yo, do ya like it like that
I'm the only one who can love ya like that
Now, Hey-yo, do ya like it like that
I'm the only one who can love ya like that, hey

So should I shut my mouth, And should I hide my heart
Or should I let it out into the light, That you and him should be apart
Is he hangin on, To every word you speak
Does he rub your back and play with your hair until you fall asleep
I don't think so, baby

I won't let you down, break it down-d-down-d-down
Never let you down, break it down

Hey-yo, do ya like it like that
I'm the only one who can love ya like that
Now, Hey-yo, do ya like it like that
I'm the only one who can love ya like that
Now, Hey-yo, do ya like it like that
I'm the only one who can love ya like that
Now, Hey-yo, do ya like it like that
I'm the only one who can love ya like that

Rachel allowed Brittany to pull her up and start dancing. She couldn't even help the smile that was spread across her face, and she wasn't sure she wanted it to go anywhere


He might say he's in love with you
But he'll never do the things that I can do
You can be your watch with the diamond band
Because I know your better than the back of your hand

Kurt and Mercedes grabbed Rachel, and with the help of Brittany launched her up onto the table. Puck deftly swung the guitar to hang behind his back, grabbed Rachel behind the waist and continued to sing.

Now, Hey-yo, do ya like it like that
I'm the only one who can love ya like that
Now, Hey-yo, do ya like it like that
I'm the only one who can love ya like that

Santana and Quinn pulled Rachel into the centre of the semi circle the rest of the Glee Club had formed. Rachel momentarily allowed herself the spotlight, dancing for a few counts, but quickly allowed Mercedes to take centre stage as she remade eye contact with Noah. Some part of her brain allowed her to be grateful she didn't go on a peanut butter gorge, but mostly she was in awe of the song.
Now, Hey-yo, do ya like it like that
I'm the only one who can love ya like that
Hey-yo, do ya like it like that
Baby I'm the only one, Oh oh oh


Hey-yo, do ya like it like that
I'm the only one who can love ya like that
Now, Hey-yo
I'm the only one who can love ya, love ya, love ya, like that
Hey-yo, do ya like it like that
I'm the only one who can love ya like that (Who can love ya like that)
Hey-yo, do ya like it like that
I'm the only one who can love ya like that (Tell me baby who can love ya like that)
Hey-yo, do ya like it like that (Nobody baby)
I'm the only one who can love ya like that
Hey-yo, do ya like it like that (Nobody baby)
No one can love ya like that
Hey-yo, do ya like it like that
I'm the only one who can love ya like that

I'm the only one who can love ya like that

I'm the only one who can love ya like that

I'm the only one who can love ya like that

I'm the only one who can love ya like that

The cafeteria burst into applause at the end of the song. Puck grabbed hold of the mike.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, I, Noah Jeremiah Puckerman am proud to announce that Rachel Caroline Berry has made me a one woman man." The cafeteria burst into laughter, many content that they had gotten photographic or video evidence of the occurance. Puck grabbed Rachel, dipped her and kissed her deeply, much to the delight of the student body of McKinley High.

***

Rachel was heading towards Tina's car after school when Puck snagged her waist.

"I haven't finished with you yet." He said. He led her to his truck and when she was safely secured in the passenger's seat, he sped off. He navigated through the backstreets and pulled up at the lookout point over Lima, a regular hangout for him and Rachel. He looked at her meaningfully.

"Now, I already spoke to Tina and I think I have the gist of the issue, but I want to know exactly what is wrong from you." Puck said. Rachel dropped her gaze and sighed.

"I'm not going to lie to you Noah. I freaked out when I found out you were cleaning pools again. I can barely walk because I pushed myself so hard working out the past few nights. I've spent the last three days being absolutely humiliated by all the whispering in the hallways. I get that you have a kid on the way, but you couldn't be bothered to even mention it." Her eyes were shiny with tears. Puck quickly crushed her against his chest. He couldn't stand it when she cried, and there was no way he was going finish what he was doing if he got caught up in the fact that she was leaking all over the place.

"Baby, I am so sorry. I was an ass. I didn't protect you from humiliation, and I should have. You deserve better than that, and I punked out. I am so, so, so sorry you had to deal with that." Rachel looked up at him. She slapped him.

"Yes you were. But I forgive you." She said. Puck sighed in relief. He kissed the top of her head. Hesitantly he handed her a memory stick.

"There's one more thing babe. You have a new MySpace video to post." Rachel looked at him quizzically. She plugged the memory stick into the side of her Macbook and watched the video on there. It was the recording of the performance Puck had done today in the cafeteria, including his infamous sign off. She giggled.

"Ooh, baby, I have wireless connection out here. You have one chance to stop me, or it's going up. Three, two, one, oh, look, too late." Rachel cackled. Noah shrugged as he watched the video upload. He knew this was all part of evening out on the embarrassment stakes. Rachel kissed his cheek.

"Thanks baby." She whispered to him. He took the laptop out of her hands, closing it and putting back in her backpack. She looked up at him.

"I just want to make one more thing one hundred percent clear. Rachel, I promise you this. I haven't been sleeping with any cougars any time recently, and I have no intention of doing so. You got that?" Puck said solemnly. Rachel smiled.

"I know that." Puck sighed in relief. He pulled her more closely against him and pressed a kiss against her vanilla and raspberry scented hair (yes, he had looked at her shampoo bottle to figure it out). Rachel wriggled against him.

"Wanna make out?" She asked.

***

Hmm… so that was slightly different in tone to all the other pieces in this, but I kinda like it!

Also, I wanna shout out to X5-452 and her suggestion that we start the I'd Go Gay for Lea Michele club. Membership is free and open to all, and while you're joining, check out her work!

Also- Sydney Theatre Company is putting on Spring Awakening!!! How exciting! I know I won't get to see Lea, but still cool. Under 30s can get tickets for $40, so if you live in Syd I advise having a look on the STC website!

I am a massive review whore and I have no shame in admitting it, so I humbly offer stuffed Pucks for all who review. I'm on holidays for a week, so it would make my LIFE if I got home to an inbox full of reviews!