Disclaimer: I don't own Glee nor the characters in it

This is my first Glee fanfic bare with me. It came to me in my dreams and its starting to write itself, which is cool. I hope you like. I'll try to have the second chapter out soon but I promise nothing. Read and Review. The more reviews I get the faster the next chapter will be out…. Not a threat or bribe but I get motivated by reviews.

Rachel glared at Puck from across the hall, her eyes shooting darts at him as he flirted with Lauren. She could feel the jealousy burning in her stomach. She didn't know why, though. She had no reason to be jealous. It wasn't like she liked him, right? No, of course she didn't like him. He was Puck after all. She'd be crazy to like him. She assured herself. Still, she couldn't deny the jealousy biting at the pit of her stomach. Shaking her head, the short brunette forced her eyes off him and his new interest, hoping the jealousy would subside. It didn't. She sulked against her locker, silently asking herself where this newfound jealousy was coming from.

Rachel didn't have an answer. Sighing, she faced her locker, opened it, and gathered the books she would need for the rest of the day. She looked at the tape marks that were left over from where she had posted pictures and such relating to Finn. She closed her eyes and sighed, remembering what she used to have with Finn. She had came to school in hopes to put her plan "Win Finn Back" into action, but as she stared blankly at the locker, she didn't feel anything. All she felt was jealousy and that was even towards Finn, no, it was towards Puck. She didn't want Finn, as weird as that idea was. She just didn't want him. The fact that she didn't feel even a little bit sad as she reminisced about there past relationship was proof. Rachel cringed. This was not what was supposed to happen. She was supposed to feel something for Finn, not for Puck.

Closing her locker, Rachel was taken by surprise as she found herself face to face with the one person she did not want to see, especially not now.

"What do you want, Santana?" she groaned, looking at her watch. She had five minutes before the bell would ring.

"I saw you watching Puck flirting with that fat piece of lard," spat the feisty Latina, leaning against her hand, which was propped against the cold metal surface of the lockers. "You like him, don't you?" Rachel blushed at her question. How could Santana know this just from looking at her? She shook her head. What was she thinking? Of course she knew. It was Santana she was talking about after all. "I'll take that as a yes," she smirked.

"Why do you care?" The smaller brunette choked out hastily.

"Look, I don't care that you like him, got it?" she barked out loudly, causing Rachel to loose her footing a bit from shear shock. "All I care about is Puck not getting down and dirty with that pig."

"I don't see why you would need my help, Santana. I'm sure you could deal with this problem by yourself," Rachel was getting antsy, knowing the bell would ring at any second now, and if she didn't get a move on it, she was going to be late. She was never late to class. Never.

"I wouldn't be coming to you if I could do it myself, now would I, Man-hands," Rachel cringed at Santana's use of her horrid nick-name. "He doesn't want me," she hissed. Rachel could see a spec of sadness light Santana's eyes. "Look, other than Quinn, whom is already taken and I'm pretty sure Puck won't go after, you are the only girl hot enough to draw Puck's attention away from that thing. As much as it hurts to say that," she took a breath, just as the bell rang. Rachel was compelled to just go to class, leaving Santana mid paragraph, but she was raised to not be rude. So, as much as it killed her to be late, she stood her ground, tapping her foot impatiently on the ground. "It's a win-win. I don't have to see Puck drool over some ugly, fat pig, and you get a boyfriend. Well, that is until I steal him back," she grinned. "I mean it's not like you actually like-like him, right? You wanted Finn back, last I heard." Rachel merely nodded.

"As tempting as your offer is, I must get to class. I'm already late," the smaller girl smiled, though inside she wanted nothing more than to punch the girl standing in front of her. She had no right asking for her help. Not when she was always the one to tear her down.

"Think about it, k?" with that Santana sauntered off, swaying her hips side to side, head held high.

Rachel scurried down the hall to her next class. She was only two minutes late, but, still, walking through that door in such an untimely manner caused an immense amount of guilt to wash over her form. The hustle and bustle of the class told her that the teacher wasn't even there yet. She let out the breath she was unconsciously holding, relief filling her form. She maneuvered to the one free seat, located in far back. She could only groan when she saw who it was. Reluctantly, she took the seat. It wasn't like she had a choice. Eyes set in front of her; she took out the books and pens she needed, carefully placing them in an organized formation on her desk.

"You can't ignore me forever, Berry," Puck scooted his chair closer to her. She didn't respond, praying he'd get the memo and leave her alone. He didn't. Instead, when she didn't answer him, he faked a yawn, letting his arm rest across her shoulder. He was such a cliché. Feeling the unwanted contact, Rachel's body stiffened. "You need to relax, babe. Have some fun," he tugged her closer to him as though his actions weren't anything out of the ordinary. She guessed for him they weren't, but she wasn't used to this sort of attention, at least not from Puck.

"Noah, if you would please remove your arm from my body, we are in class, not a movie," she tried to push him off her, but he didn't budge. He just stayed where he was, his classic smirk plastered to his face. She blushed. Rachel mentally slapped herself as she felt the heat rise to her cheeks. She could not let his badass charms, as he put it, get to her. She was stronger than this. Still, his proximity sent shivers down her spine.

"Admit it, you can't resist the Puckster," he whispered into her ear, his teeth lightly grazing the shell.

"You're incorrigible, Noah," she finally pushed him off her, the blush that lit her cheeks now shining brighter. Noah just looked at her and grinned.

"You know you love me," he joked just as the teacher walked in.

"In your dreams," Rachel spat back, brining her focus back to the teacher. She was still blushing profusely. She hated herself for it. She was not supposed to feel this way around Puck. She was supposed to feel it around Finn. She and Finn were meant for each other; she forced herself to believe. She knew it was a lie though. She sighed and bit her lip. "Focus," she muttered to herself. She didn't want to think about it. Rachel shook her head, and but her thoughts to better use, using the class as a distraction. Still, she couldn't help but wonder if maybe Santana had a point.