Rachel paced back and forth in front of her bed worrying her lip between her teeth. Puck looked up from her from her polly pocket bed with his signature smirk.


She ignored him, continuing to pace and mutter to herself.

"Craaaaaaaazy." Puck sang out, finding it funny that she was going totally psycho.

She continued to pace, wringing her hands together. And... now it stopped being funny and just started getting annoying.


She stopped abruptly. Puck hardly ever called her by her real name. He must really want to get her attention. She smoothed her hair and pulled down her "skirt" (shit was like a fuckin' belt.) then looked at him questioningly.

"Yes, Noah?"
"It's just breadsticks. We can still win. Calm yo tits." Puck said, trying to soothe her.

Apparently, that had the opposite effect.

"NOAH. ELIJAH. PUCKERMAN. Did you just tell me to... t-to calm my... my- breasts?"

Puck grinned devilishly. "Tits, Berry. You can say it. TITS. T-I-T-S. You know those bouncy things that are-"


He smirked once more. "Sorry." He said, pulling her onto the bed with him. She sat next to him and he kept his hand against hers, slowly rubbing circles into her wrist with his fingers. Ever since the almostkiss as he has been referring to it, he was having as much physical contact as he could with the girl. No way in hell he imagined that look in her eye. She either didn't notice because she was so stressed out, or she didn't care.

For some reason, he really wanted to believe it was the latter.

"It is just unfathomable how good Brittany and Santana were. I mean, honestly. I knew they were good, but they just never put so much effort into their peformances before and when they-"

"Hey, Berry? Take a breath, will ya?" he said. Rachel inhaled and exhaled slowly, but didn't seem any calmer. He rolled his eyes and put his fingers underneath her chin, forcing her brown eyes to meet his green.

"Crazy, listen to me. You're voice? When you yammer on it makes me want to set myself on fire, we've established that, but when you sing? Fucking amazing. And me? I'm just like a Jew Sex & Musical God. So, us putting our hot Jew power together? Unfuckingstoppable. "

"Uh- thanks, I guess? It's just, they had costumes. COSTUMES. Not to mention their UST definitley helped contibute to the overall appeal of their peformance. I'm just not sure if we can live up to it."

Puck furrowed his brow in confusion. Rachel resisted the urge to take her fingers and soothe out the wrinkles between his eyes and Oh My Yahweh. Rachel Barbara Berry, what on Earth are you saying?

"UST?" He questioned.

"Unresolved sexual tension." she spouted off.

"The fuck, Berry? Where the hell did you learn this shit?"

Her cheeks flushed with a pink tinge and Wow, that's cute. Fuck, did I just say something was cute? I mean hot. Sexy. Something badass.

"I may or may not read too much Dasey fanfiction." He continued to look at her in confusion, cause that did not tell him shit. She waved her hand dismissively. "That's neither here nor there. The point is, I want to win this. We need to blow this out of the park."

"Jeez, Berry. Is this about Breadstix? I'll fucking take you to Breadstix if it means that much to you. I mean, damn."

They both ignored the fact that he had just offered for them to hang out outside of their project requirements, which really wasn't something either of them were used to.

"What? No. Of course not. I just need to prove to people that I can sing with someone other than Finn. Besides, I've never even been to Breadstix, so I would have no reason to-"

Puck cut in. "What do you mean you've never been to Breadstix? You dated Hudson for six months. 'slike his favorite."

She frowned. "I don't know, I guess he just never got around to taking me."

Puck continued in ignorance. "How could he not though? I mean, everyone loves Breadstix. Everyone goes there and-" He cut off. Realization from both of them hanging in the air.

He didn't take her to Breadstix because he didn't want people to see them there.

Puck noticed the glassy look in Rachel's eyes and quickly changed the subject. "Alright, alright. Let's just rock this duet, okay? Wanna even watch the duet again, one more time?"

She nodded, but continued to remain silent.

"Alright, put in your lame Four Leaf Valley or whatever." He purposely got the name wrong to get a rise out of her, and succeeded.

"For the last time, Noah. It's One Tr-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah B. I don't give a rat's ass. Just put in the damn disc."

They watched the duet then practiced at least ten more times and continued to knock it out of the park every single time.

[When Puck gets home that night he looks up that Dasey shit. And okay, he's got nothing better to do so he watches a few episodes of that Life With Derek. Show's not so bad. Kid's a badass. He couldn't help but notice the parallels between the badass & crazy, driven, singer girl, and him and Berry. He also couldn't help but notice how anyone who was anyone could see that if the two weren't stepsiblings, they'd totally be boning. Hell, who knows what happened off camera? Unresolved sexual tension, his ass.]

[It was a little freaky though, how similar him and Berry were to the couple.]

[And okay, so maybe the thought Dasey's got nothing on Puckleberry ran through his head.]

[The next being WHAT. THE. FUCK?]


The next day during Glee, Artie and Mercedes volunteered to perform. Rachel was relieved to see that they didn't have costumes, but once she hears opening notes of the song, she has a very Noah-like thought run through her mind.

We are so fucked.

(Artie Singing, Mercedes Singing)

Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love

Now little Lisa is only 9 years old
She's trying to figure out why the world is so cold
Why she's all alone and ain't never met her family
Mama's always gone and she never met her daddy
Part of her is missing and nobody will listen
Mama is on drugs getting high up in the kitchen
Bringing home men at different hours of the night
Starting with some laughs - usually ending in a fight
Sneaking in her room while her mama's knocked out
Trying to have his way and little Lisa says 'ouch'
She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her
Tries to tell her mom but her mama don't believe her
Lisa is stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothing else to do but get some clothes and pack
She says she's 'bout to run away and never come back.

Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love

Little Nicole is only 10 years old
She's steady trying to figure why the world is so cold
Why she's not pretty and nobody seems to like her
Alcoholic step-dad always wanna strike her
Yells and abuses, leaves her with some bruises
Teachers ask questions she making up excuses
Bleeding on the inside, crying on the out
It's only one girl really knows what she about
Her name is little Stacy and they become friends
Promise that they always be tight 'til the end
Until one day little Stacy gets shot
A drive by bullet went stray up on her block
Now Nicole stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothing else to do but get her clothes and pack
She says she's 'bout to run away and never come back.

Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love

Little Erica is eleven years old
She's steady trying to figure why the world is so cold
So she pops pills to get rid of all the pain
Plus she's having sex with a boy who's sixteen
Emotions run deep and she thinks she's in love
So there's no protection he's using no glove
Never thinking 'bout the consequences of her actions
Living for today and not tomorrow's satisfaction
The days go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out he ain't ready for a kid
Knowing her mama will blow it all outta proportion
Plus she lives poor so no money for abortion
Erica is stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothing else to do but get her clothes and pack
She say she's about to run away and never come back.

Runaway love
Don't keep on runnin'
Runnin' [4x]
Don't keep on running [x]
I know how you feel, I've been there
I was runnin' away too

I will run away with you [2x]

Runaway Runaway Love
Don't keep running away
I'll run away with you, if you want me too

Yea, I can only image what you're going through ladies,
Sometimes I feel like running away myself,
So do me a favor right now and close your eyes,
And picture us running away together,
when we come back everything is gonna be okay,
Open your eyes...

Everyone stares at the pair in shock. When Artie and Mercedes paired up, it was definiltey not expected that they would be so, well... good. I mean, they hardly ever sang together and their voices don't really go well. But they didn't even have to sing together and it was amazing. All the students had a look of shock and awe on their face except for Santana. She was sure her and Brit had it on lock, and now she's kind of pissed. Especially considering it was Artie her (unofficial) competition who did so well.

"Wow, guys. That was amazing!" Mr. Schue said excitedly. "How did you decide on that song?"

"Well, we needed a song that used my amazing voice," Mercedes started.

"And my sick rapping skills." Artie continued.

"But, our voices don't really go together, so we stumbled upon that song. And, well, it was kinda perfect."

"Well you certainly did a good job! Am I right everybody?" Mr. Schue said turning to the rest of the glee members. They all nodded their heads excitedly and there were murmurs of good job, and wow that was amazing from everyone, even Rachel.

Puck knew what this meant. Both groups before had been very good, and Rachel wanted to win. She would up the practicing time until they were what Rachel thought was perfect. He would probably be spending every waking moment with her.

Funny thing was, he didn't mind so much.

A/N: So, there was chapter three! I had a hard time trying to decide what Artie and Mercedes would do, since their voices don't really work well together. I went through the same process I said they did, trying to find a song that suited her voice and his rapping skills. I think it would be really nice if they did that song together, actually. Sorry for the delay of this chapter by the way, I've been really busy. What song do you guys think Quinn and Sam should sing together? I mean, they're the Ken and Barbie couple, so it'll be easy to pick a song for them, but I just want to see what you guys would like. Aren't you guys SO excited for glee tomorrow? Amber and Lea (Mercedes and Rachel) are singing TAKE ME OR LEAVE ME. That is my absolute favorite song from Rent, no joke. I already listened to it, and it sounds amazing as expected. I'M SO EXCITED. Do any of you guys actually read Dasey fanfiction? I used to be LWD obsessed so if you are interested, I have a few fics on mine... Oh, bad news for all us puckleberry shippers. There's an epi on March 1st, called "sexy" and apparently, because of Holly Holiday, Finchel is reunited /3 DAMN YOU HOLLY! SO, PLEASE REVIEW. I love to hear what you guys think, it makes me so happy (: