Yay, my first Glee fic!!! I used to be a Finn/Rachel shipper but when I saw Rachel and Puck making out in YouTube, I was like OMFG I HEART YOU NOW!!! Sorry Finn, but I just think you're not good enough for Rachel anymore, haha. Besides, you're not strong and like Puck states, "Have you seen my guns?" Never mess with Puck's badassness. Ever!

Disclaimer: Please, if I did own Glee, I would be famous and well known. Need I say more? OK!!!

"Is everybody ready for their performances?"

"Most definitely-"

"Not!"

The owner of that last comment glanced across the room to the fuming girl staring back at him. He had to admit he found it cute when she scrunched up her nose with disgust, probably because of his hairstyle as a wicked mohawk. All a better reason to make fun of her.

Mr. Schuester ignored both of his student's comments and held a raven bowler, which seemed to resemble the infamous slapstick performer Charlie Chaplin's hat.

The regular iconoclast fashionista of the group had their hazel eyes on the hat. "That would look so good with my outfit tomorrow. Can I have it?"

Mr. Schuester glanced from the bowler grasped gently in his hands to the twinkling eyes of Kurt Hummel. "After I'm done with this Kurt."

Kurt started to beam like there was no tomorrow and clapped his hands with joy. "Yay, free hat. I need to do bargain with people more often when it comes to fashion."

Mr. Schuester cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. "Okay well in this hat is a-"

"My hat."

"…In Kurt's hat is a-"

"My new hat."

The teacher gave Kurt a sideways glance, to see if he was going to interrupt him anymore. Knowing that Kurt got what he wanted anyway, he sighed and continued with what he was trying to say. "…In Kurt's new hat, is a thin sheet of paper with everyone's name written on it. Also in the hat is a list of different songs that you will be singing to as a warm-up for today's class. Do you all understand that?"

"Absolutely-"

"Not!"

"Ooh, catfight, they never have any good ones on television anymore," Kurt whispered happily to his sassy friend Mercedes Jones' ear.

"Must you interrupt everything I say?" the voice of Rachel Berry enquired to the footballer in the other side of the room, who in return just smirked.

"Must you be all peeved about it?" Noah Puckerman retorted back.

Offended, Rachel scoffed. "I am not; I just think your attitude is annoying."

"And what, your voice isn't? I swear it kills my eardrums everytime you open your mouth."

"Well guess what buddy, you being here doesn't make me feel better either. I mean, what kind of hair is that? It would put the Glee club to shame."

"I soo agree with you on that Rach, about the mohawk part. You need to make it have a little more 'shine' then everyone will love you," Kurt interrupted, emphasizing his words to the football player.

"Guys, enough. You have to stop arguing with each other every lesson okay? Because of this, Rachel and Puck will not be performing first," Mr. Schuester stated firmly, getting annoyed that many people were either interrupting him, or forgot that he was in the same room as them. Rachel gasped in horror, while Puck just shrugged his shoulders, not really caring at all.

"Sigh, if only I had popcorn with me," Kurt remarked to himself.

"That goes for you too Kurt, you're not performing first or getting the bowler hat," the teacher stated, annoyed on Kurt with his witty and sarcastic words.

Kurt's mouth dropped open, like it was the worst thing to happen to him ever. "What? Well, I'm not trusting another teacher's word ever again." He crossed his arms across his chest, huffing and moving his body away from the teacher.

Mr. Schuester chuckled at his student's words while picking a name from the hat. He glanced around the room, trying to find the first victim to perform. "Artie Abrams."

The paraplegic manual wheelchair user moved his wheelchair towards the smiling teacher, who handed him the hat to pick a random song to sing to. Artie picked one, smiling at whatever he chose that was written on that thin strip of translucent paper.

He never got to say what his selected song was, because someone else had beaten him to it – as in interrupted him by an unfair statement on his condition.

"Go wheelies."

"Puck, why do you have to be such a tightass?"

"Berry, why do you always have slushie facials? Oh yeah, because you're annoying and ugly!"

"Why don't you just go-"

"SHUT UP!"

Everyone turned to where the sudden outburst came from, none other than a flush-faced Finn Hudson. Mr. Schue gave Finn a small smile, thanking him for that. He turned towards the two teens that were giving each other a 'glare off', and sighed. When can they ever get along?

"Rachel and Puck, I don't want to do this but you're staying back after Glee class is over," Mr. Schuester stated, very seriously.

Yet again, Rachel gasped with horror, while Puck just rolled his eyes and glanced at the ceiling, but not before running a hand through his mohawk, winking at Rachel. Said girl just scoffed, and crossed her arms across her lime green jumper, watching Artie perform his performance. What she didn't know was that he was still staring at her.

Somehow, Puck always found himself never looking away from the wannabe diva, and for once, he didn't have an actual answer on why he was. Sure, she was 'attractable' but he found her annoying, boring at times and the number one person to easily mess and mock with. Whenever he would say a sly comment to a fellow McKinley High female student, they would either be shy or get embarrassed, because it was the Noah Puckerman that was talking to them.

However, his persuasion powers didn't work on one person – Rachel Berry. He found it terrible, but also a turn-on. She was like a challenge, and he didn't like to back down from one.

He had to admit, the lime green jumper she was wearing seemed to make her chocolate eyes pop out and her mocha hair blended well with the combination. Her yellow pleated skirt a few inches above the knee made his um… 'manhood' department go all funny. Puck muttered something inwardly, not even hearing the bell ring.

He understood class was over when he only saw Mr. Schuester fixing his paperwork, and Rachel and Finn talking to each other in the doorway… wait, Rachel and Finn talking?

Puck turned his head to perceive his best friend saying something to her, and she laughed. What caught Puck's attention was that Finn was staring at her and smiling sweetly when she chuckled. Oddly, Puck felt a bit… he didn't know what it was to be honest.

He got up and headed towards his next class when Mr. Schuester called him and Rachel. He turned to see Rachel glaring at him. Of course to balance things up, he smirked. "Well what are we waiting for darling? Mr. Schue wants us."

"Don't ever call me that," Rachel threatened, stalking off to the teacher. Smirking, he followed suit to see Mr. Schuester holding a few sheets of paper, who glanced back towards the two meddling teens.

"I will be honest, ever since Puck joined Glee; you two have been going off at each other a lot. Is there a time when you two ever spoken without resulting it to be an argument?" he questioned, eyeing both students.

"Yeah, in my dreams," Rachel announced, wanting to get to class immediately.

Puck eyed her. "So, you have dreams of me? I don't always go for the wannabe divas, but for you I can make an exception."

Rachel's eyes widened, disgusted. "It's an expression you perve."

Mr. Schuester mentally slapped his forehead. "See what I mean? You're both doing it again. Look, is there a way that you two can at least pretend to get along?"

"Even if it's pretend, I do not want to associate myself with a pervert like him," Rachel declared, pointing an accusing finger at the bad boy.

Puck gasped, smirking a little and stepping aside so Rachel was pointing at Mr. Schuester. "Are you calling Mr. Schue a pervert? Wow, that's a bit extreme don't you think?"

Rachel glowered at Puck. "I was pointing to you, imbecile."

Before anything could happen next, Mr. Schuester stepped in between the two, restraining them from biting each other's heads off. "I can't deal with you two quarreling with each other anymore. Instead, you both have to do a performance."

Rachel's anger died down from hearing those words, smiling from ear to ear. Puck just stared at the girl who had a sudden split personality change. He had to admit, he found that hot.

"Together."

Rachel's emotions faded away to one of utter annoyance and disgust. "What?"

Puck just placed his hand on her shoulder, patting it. "Don't worry; I won't bite… unless you want me to."

"Mr. Schue, with all due respect, why do you want me to suffer with this… this thing!?" Rachel argued, while Puck got annoyed that he was called a 'thing'.

"Rachel, many performers in their life had to be partnered up with someone they didn't get along with. And although they didn't want to live with that, they managed to survive their ordeal, resulting to them being famous now. Isn't that what you want to be?" Mr. Schuester asked, his voice showing concern to the female student.

"Of course I want to be famous," Rachel pointed out matter-of-factly.

Puck rolled his eyes. "You didn't have to overreact about the whole situation. Oh, and by the way, I am not a thing. I'm a hot thing," he added, smirking.

Interfering once again, Mr. Schuester handed the two sheets of paper. "These are your songs for the week, I want you two to choose between these songs and make a mash up. You will present it to the class next Monday, and I will be expecting a lot from the both of you."

"Also, I will be grading you. If you don't do well from what I see, you will both be kicked out from Glee. Got it?" he ended, glancing at each of their reactions.

He got what he wanted from Rachel – a shrill, but it didn't seem to bother Puck. "As well as off the football team," Mr. Schuester added.

Puck's monotonous expression changed to one of annoyance and fury, something Mr. Schuester tried not to smirk at. "Fuck."

"Excuse me, but language," Rachel uttered.

"I'm sorry for not acting like a pissy priss like you are," Puck retorted with.

They were once again interrupted, but not by Mr. Schuester. There standing at the door was none other than the divine Kurt. He tapped his foot impatiently, giving Rachel a stare down. "What happened to, "I have to go get a drink?" I can see you are gulping down something alright," he articulated, moving his hazel eyes in the direction of Puck.

"And seriously, your 'hawk really needs to have some spunk to it," Kurt advised to Puck, who seemed to give him in return the stink-eye.

Kurt took the hint, but kept going with his 'man-to-man' conversation. "What? I'm like saving all the little strands of your hair from embarrassment!"

Mr. Schuester motioned Rachel and Puck to return to their classes, giving both of them late passes. They both grabbed one and made their way departing the room. Of course an argument has erupted before they even stepped foot out of the door.

"Walk faster Puck."

"Make me."

"I don't see the big deal of this; just move your legs with more speed."

"Are you trying to hint that we do something dirty, Berry?"

"What?! Oh god no! I swear Noah Puckerman; you are nothing but a… argh!"

"Keep telling yourself that."

Two minutes after the meddling duo left, Kurt was still at the door, watching Puck and Rachel have a go at each other from the hallway. When he knew they had turned a corner and were out of earshot, he briskly entered the room, heading in Mr. Schuester's direction.

Mr. Schuester turned to Kurt. "Your right, they just keep biting each other's heads off. It's getting to the point when it's just plain annoying and not fun anymore."

Kurt placed his hands on his heart. "I said almost the exact same thing. What it was exactly I can't remember but it was almost the same."

"I hope your plan works Kurt. I'm counting on you to make it happen," Mr. Schuester assured to the fashionista boy.

"My plans always work, even if all of them are to do with fashion. But Rachel and Puck are like a pair of socks and shoes – the socks want to be cleaned, while the shoes want to be dirty. Either way they can't stand each other and it's perfect," Kurt said, doing his fingers in a Mr. Burns-esque style.

"Do they know about this?"

"Of course 'they' do. Well 'they they' don't, but 'they' do? Does that make any sense at all? Geez, I need to go shopping later."

Mr. Schuester believed his words – before his shopping speech, but he felt like he was here for something else. "Kurt, why are you really here?"

"Fine, I came for my hat," Kurt confessed.

"But I said that it's not your-"

He never finished it because Kurt snatched it from where it laid on top of the piano, running carefully as not to damage his attire.

Mr. Schuester chuckled, picking up his suitcase and walking out of the room, mumbling one thing more to himself than to anyone. "This plan better work or so help me!"

"This could be the start of something new..." Ewwies get it out of my head. Hope it turned out okay, and if you think Puck is a little bit OOC, then it's because he is. Oh well, you gotta love the bad boys with the sweet side *SIGH*

And the moment you have all been waiting for... MORE MORE RANDOM SBSP QUOTES!!

(from the eppie Rock Bottom)
SB: (waiting for the bus) Getting hungry. Glove candy dispenser! Good thing I went to Glove World
*takes glove candy from dispenser, puts it in his mouth then spits it out*
SB: *disgusted* Eww! Glove flavoured!

Anyhoos, better start my exam revision... heck no, gonna stay up reading fanfics!!!

SMIGGLE!!!
R&R!!!