Chapter 6: I Remember When I Lost My Mind
(There Was Something so Pleasant About That Place)
A/N: So here's a short update! There's only one more chapter, and probably a epilogue left...but I thought I'd update with this at the very least.
I'm already starting a new story that's Puck + Rachel, it's AU and it's based on Roman Holiday! (Check it out if you want).
And don't forget to review :)
By the time Regionals came along, the New Directions were stressed to the max. Puck didn't want to be part of that, but he was. Strangely enough, he actually cared about glee. And he didn't want that stupid fucking Jesse kid to win. That was probably the thing he least wanted in the world.
And the thing he most wanted in the world was to sleep with Rachel Berry.
And do other stuff...I guess. (But he was ignoring those other foreign girly impulses – Like the one that wanted to run towards her slow motion on a beach...wait...no...what are you talking about? He never dreamt that!
Okay he did. But just the one time. And then they had super hot and dirty sex.)
The problem was Rachel Berry had a one track mind. And that one track was currently winning regionals. Anything that did not fall under that ambitious plan was ignored or pushed aside.
Like the other day? They were in her bedroom, rehearsing their parts for the numbers they'd picked when he'd noticed that the top button of her blouse had come undone. Obviously that was freaking distracting, so he'd started to stare, and when she had noticed he was staring she'd hit him with a pillow and told him to focus on this one part where he was flat. He refused to believe that that was true, but he humoured her, hoping that this was all leading to something which involved less clothing.
But then at the end of their little extra glee practice, he'd tried to kiss her and she hadn't even noticed. No, Puck wasn't even kidding. His face had been less than an inch away from hers, and she had just turned her head and started babbling on about past regionals and what criteria had been present in the winners and what had been lacking in the losers, and Puck had just sat there, dumbfounded, and when he tried to lean in again, she had jumped up and started searching through her sheet music for some stupid song she'd thought Vocal Adrenaline had won with in the past...
Puck was fucking confused. It wasn't even that she was avoiding kissing him, or trying to distract him from kissing her. It was like she didn't even notice. She was in her own little world. It was driving him freaking insane. In his mind and in his pants, by the way.
Ever since that day when she'd told him that he was the only boyfriend that she'd actually liked (okay so his memory was a little fuzzy but it was something like that. Something like "Oh, Noah. I'm so glad I never had sex with Jesse or Finn because I want you inside me"). At least that's what he'd gotten out of it. And so he figured all he had to do was wait because she was healing from the douchebags who'd kissed her and then ran away (yeah Finn had told him about that one), and egged her in the parking lot (Yeah, he still wanted to punch that Jesse kid), but he was starting to feel unappreciated physically.
I mean, Rachel spent most of her time hanging out with him now, so he didn't feel jealous or any of that shit (which was extremely unpleasant, by the way), but when he flexed his guns, she didn't get that lusty look in her eyes (I mean she'd barely even glanced his way), and when he'd complained he was too hot in her bedroom and proceeded to take off his shirt, she'd just looked at him like he was crazy and told him to put his shirt back on. It was like she wasn't even turned on by him anymore.
Naturally, this left him more determined to win regionals, in the hopes that Rachel would be so freaking ecstatic she'd want to jump his bones right then and there.
The glee club was buzzing with nervousness, the friday before regionals, and Puck was shifting nervously in his seat. He was sure Rachel was twitching, and he hoped she hadn't snuck a Red Bull while he wasn't looking. The night before she had called him at about 3 AM talking about a mile a minute about absolutely nothing, and in between his confusion at being awake at that hour, and trying to follow any of what she was saying, he'd asked her "what the fuck was up?". She'd told him she did not have time to sleep tonight because she was going over the recordings she'd made at their last practice and making sure that they addressed their weak points today. She'd told him that she'd drank 3 red bulls at about 1:30 and she felt fantastic. Puck remembered being scared and threatening to call an exorcist before hanging up. She hadn't seemed to mind this morning, though, when she'd handed him a detailed analysis of his solos and what he could do to improve.
"Noah!" She'd squealed, shoving the folder at him. "Don't worry. I will sleep tonight and I will be well rested for tomorrow. But right now what we need to focus on is perfection." Her eyes had reached a level of crazy he'd never seen before and he found himself slowly backing away.
However, when he'd nodded at her and forced a smile, she'd threw her arms around him, and he thought maybe that was worth being woken up in the middle of the night. (He could kind of feel her boobs on his chest through her shirt.)
"Alright, kids. This is our last practice before we compete and we still have a couple trouble areas to go over with the choreography. I think..."
Mr. Schuester was immediately cut off by Rachel, who stood up, holding the remaining folders in her hand. "Mr. Schuester is right, and I think we need to really focus on the main choreography, and hide certain tall lanky people who can't dance in the back..." Rachel looked right at Finn who eventually caught on and frowned.
"Hey..." Finn protested, and Rachel just carried on.
"Also, I've made detailed notes on what each of you can do to improve on your particular parts and if you can go over them by yourself, and just make mental notes, than that would be great!" Rachel hopped around the room, handing the folders to each glee member, and they all hesitantly accepted them, eyeing Rachel weirdly.
"She seems crazier than usual." Puck heard Kurt say softly to Mercedes who's eyebrows were raised at the girl.
"Mmhmm.." Mercedes agreed, taking her folder, and flipping through them. Puck just grinned, amused at the speed at which Rachel's mouth was moving. Then he just stared at her mouth and thought of other things she could be doing with it.
Mr. Schuester finally ushered Rachel back to her seat, looking a little alarmed at Rachel's behaviour too. "Alright, thank-you Rachel. I'm sure that will be extremely helpful to everyone." He managed a small gracious laugh, and Rachel beamed at him, finally sitting down next to Puck. She looked at him, as if she was waiting for something, so he nodded at her to acknowledge her presence.
She just smiled and then she'd done something unexpected.
He thought he was hallucinating at first, but Rachel Berry had rested her hand on his leg. He wasn't even sure she noticed she was doing it, until she had smiled at him again.
He thought maybe Rachel should drink Red Bull more often...
When they got to regionals and Sue Sylvester was a judge there...everyone's morale dropped about a thousand points.
And Puck got it sure, it was fucking bullshit. Sue Sylvester was out to get them from day one.
But he wasn't about to let everyone give up before they even performed...it would be a total fucking waste of the year.
And besides, watching the whole glee club deflate in front of his eyes had been the last straw.
He looked at Quinn, frowning, her stomach out to forever, hands clasped over it, and he thought they should do it for Beth.
And then he saw Tina, bawling her eyes out, sitting on Artie's lap, and he thought maybe they should do it for all the losers he used to slushie until they became, like, tolerable to spend a couple hours a day with.
And then he saw Rachel, who 5 minutes earlier he'd sat beside on the bus, her eyes full of excitement and full of that spark he couldn't get enough of, and he thought that that was fucking it.
They could do this.
And looking at Finn, for the first time, he felt like they were on the same page again, because he was thinking the exact same thing.
And it didn't matter that they weren't friends anymore because he kept stealing every girl Finn liked before he could close the deal.
Bottom line - they needed to blow the fucking house down with how fucking awesome they were.
It was awesome that Finn and him could still communicate with their minds and shit. (Telepathically, Berry would say, but whatever.)
So, Finn with his I'm stupid but loveable good looks, and Puck with his Braveheart badass "you're going to fucking listen to me " sensibilities, delivered the greatest motivational speech since fucking Rudy.
And when they performed, they were on top of the world.
I mean, how could anyone beat a freaking Journey medley? It was impossible.
And when Rachel threw her arms around Puck and not Finn, who was too busy looking longingly at Quinn, Puck didn't care if being this happy about glee wasn't cool.
He didn't even try to grab her ass.
S' Fucked up, right?