A/N: This is my first Glee fanfic. I have done Warriors before, but I quit. So my plan is to actually finish a fic! Can I do it? I don't know.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Glee. Rub it in, rub it in.

I'll just come out and admit it. I never was, and never will be, in love with Finn. Kurt can have him. Finn was just a cover, the perfect cover. Tall, handsome—no, I do not think of him that way—and dumb. I need someone who can keep up with me mentally. And as a well-renowned high-maintenance girl, I need someone who can care for me.

I don't wince when Finn kisses me. His lips are chapped, nearly making me shudder. I break away, digging in my pocket for the Burt's Bees I always keep with me. "Put some of this on," I instruct. "Your lips are chapped."

Finn looks disappointed that our kiss ends. I don't tell him that his chapped lips weren't the only reason why I broke away. I look over Finn's shoulder and into Puck's chocolaty eyes. There is jealousy in them. I smirk at him, twining my hand with Finn's. It was a little game of ours, making each other jealous.

"Thanks," Finn says, ruffling my hair.

I duck away, smoothing my hair. "Don't do that," I scold. "It took me ten minutes to do my hair this morning." My hair was twisted into a complicated knot at the back of my head. I hadn't done my hair this morning; Pa had. He had insisted on doing it.

"Rachel," he'd scolded, seeing my hair loose around my shoulders, "let me do your hair. You look as if we don't care for you. And anyway, don't you have a date tonight with that Finn guy?"

Tonight will be my first night out with Finn. Our dating had been strictly at school, gaining rumors and nearly creating a rift in the Glee club. One side was Finchel—those who were for, containing Mercedes, Tina, Artie, Brittany, and Matt—and the other was Stop, with Quinn, Kurt, Santana, Puck, and Mike. The war is still raging.

"I can't wait for our date tonight," Finn calls over his shoulder as he walks towards Spanish. "It'll be lots of fun."

"For you," I mutter.

My next class is study hall. Puck shares it with me. He's the only person who I want to--or can--share all my free time with. I slide into a seat, right in the center. I usually take the front row, middle seat, but today, I want to talk to Puck. To my lover.

"Hey, Berry." Puck smirks as he sits down next to me. He scoots his chair closer to me. "What are you doing, sitting in the middle? I thought you were the perfect student."

"Well, Noah," I say, lifting my chin, "I happen to need to talk to my boyfriend's best friend."

Puck's eyes widen at this. "Oh, and what would you need to talk to me about?"

I stare him straight in the beautiful chocolate eyes. "I'm going on a date tonight. I haven't a clue what to do. So, as his best friend, I need to know what to do to make this a good date."

"Where and when is the date?" Puck asks, all businesslike. Acting like I'm merely a girl with relationship problems.

I blush as I say, "We're going to McDonald's at six-thirty."

Puck laughs. "What a charmer. Why don't I come over to your house and help you out with an outfit and the like?"

I blush again. I know what he's planning. I lean close to him and whisper, "Got a make-out session planned?" I ask, batting my eyes.

Puck grins. "Maybe. This is our last class. Wanna skip and go straight to the 'makeover'?"

I smile. "Why not?"

Once in my room, I flopped down on my bed. Puck doesn't lie down beside me as he usually does, instead heading to my large closet. I prop my self up on one arm, watching him rifle through my clothes.

He pulls out a pair of skinny jeans—when had I gotten those?—and a t-shirt covered in music notes that Dad had bought on sale. "Put those on," Puck says.

"You want me to change in front of you?" I ask, crossing my arms and legs. "No way."

Puck rolls his eyes and buries his head in my closet. I change quickly. My reflection in my full-length mirror is stunning.

"Can I look now?" Puck asks, his voice muffled by the heaps of neatly hung clothes.

"Of course," I say. Puck emerges. His eyes widen, and I swear he gasps. He comes closer to me.

"You're gorgeous," he says, holding my out at an arm's length. I take one of his hands in mine. He twirls me. I giggle a little. Puck dips me, his mouth barely an inch from mine. "And hot. And I wish that you hadn't done this for another man."

"Thank you," I say, pressing my mouth to his. Puck pulls me out of the dip, still kissing me, and sits us down on the bed. The make-out session begins.

The doorbell rings, bringing Puck and I out of our twenty-minute long make-out session. "I'll bet that's Finn," I grumble, standing up. "What'll he think when he sees you here?"

"You were helping me with Glee club stuff," Puck replies. "You were teaching me a new song."

I smile. "Good idea."

I hurry to the door. A smiling Finn greets me. "Hey, Rachel," he says, bending down to kiss me. Just a little peck, nothing like the kissing I just did.

"Hey, man," Puck says, pushing past me to his friend. "I'm not stealing your woman, just practicing for Glee. I want to do a solo, and I need a bit of work."

Finn stares at Puck, suspicion deep in his mud brown eyes. "Sure, man. Whatever." I can see that he doesn't trust Puck. Not after the whole baby drama.

"Are we going on a date or what?" I ask, tapping my foot.

Finn turns his attention to me. "Of course," he says and kisses me.

Well, whaddya think? R&R!! (If you don't know, R&R means read and review. I know someone who once thought it was read and rape. Huh) REVIEW OR I SHALL SEND UNICHIMPS WITH POISON BANANAS TO YOUR HOUSE!