Halfway Sober
Title: Halfway Sober
Author: skyline33
Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own any of the glee characters :( they belong to fox and Ryan Murphy
Summary: Santana and Brittany have a plan to get Rachel and Quinn together sadly they involve Puck in it. A/U
Rating: PG13
A/N: So this was written awhile ago i Just never got around to editing. Thank you to flipflop555 for betaing for me :)
Noah Puckerman was a really nice guy, but there was nothing he liked more than a little girl on girl action. He always had a sixth sense when that kinda stuff was going to go down and when a certain Latina and Blonde approached him earlier that day, his spidey sense had a seizure.
“Hey Puck, we need your help to get a short little midget and our girl Q together,” Santana said.
“Rachel and Quinn? That’d be pretty hot, but I thought they hate each other.”
“Yes, but S and I think that’s just a little cover up,” Brittany said while she linked pinkies with Santana.
Puck was confused. “What does that mean?”
“Well, have you seen them during glee? Especially during their performances? They’re all up on each other. And I even saw them holding hands one time,” Brittany said.
“Don’t worry Puck. I wasn’t so sure at first, but Brittany pointed it out to me and well…she has a point. Rachel was staring at Quinn during her last song in glee.”
“Fine, but how do you want to get those two together?”
“Party at Brit’s Friday night. Invite everyone you can except for Sam and Finn because we can’t have those two messin’ this whole shit up. They both have the hots for Q and would definitely try to make a move. Oh and don’t worry bout Q, we got her covered.”
“Alright I’ll do this only if you let me see you two make out,” Puck said wiggling his eyebrows.
“Hell no, I don’t do shows you stupid man child.” Santana glared at Puck.
“Fine fine.”
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Rachel Berry was never a popular girl. She never had any real friends, she was always being bullied at school, and she was at the bottom of the social ladder. The only person lower then her was Jacob Ben Israel. So one day, when Puck invited her to a party at Brittany’s place, the normally talkative girl was relatively speechless.
“Hey here comes my favorite hot Jew,” Puck said.
Rachel was slightly taken back by the comment: “What, Puck?”
“I’m having a party at Brittany’s house Friday night. You wanna come?” The boy said, not hiding the fact that he was staring at her chest.
“You are inviting me? I thought I was the person everyone wanted to avoid? Is this some kind of prank?”
“Nope not at all! I’m just trying to help out my fellow Jew.” Puck said still staring at Rachel’s boobs.
“Are you sure this isn’t one of your ploys to get into another girl’s pants? I know about your escapades with nearly every Cheerio,” Rachel said defiantly.
Puck smiled. “Yes babe, I’m sure. Although if you aren’t opposed to the idea then sure I wouldn’t mind letting you take a ride on the Puckasaurus.”
“Fine we will see how the party goes tomorrow. I’ll have to ask my dad’s if I can go, but if I can then we’ll see.”
“You sure you don’t want to ride it now?” Puck said wiggling his eyebrows and taking glances at the nearby girl’s locker room.
“I said at the party Puckermen. Don’t push it,” Rachel said still wondering as to why she agreed.
“Wow you’re a feisty little Jew. I like.” Rachel walked away from the immature boy, but looked back to see Puck still staring at her. What have I gotten myself into? She thought. My dad’s are going to killllllll me.
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Rachel walked into her house after school looking for her dads. Being the person who always kept her word, she could at least ask her dads if she could go to the party. An actual party she thought. She had never been to a party like this before. She was in her junior year and not once had she been invited until now. She was actually excited to go but was also nervous as to what she should do when she got there. Thoughts were racing through her mind. What should I wear? What should I do? What if there is alcohol? What if Puck actually thinks I will have sex with him? She became dizzy just thinking about all of it.
She somehow made it to her room and lay down on her bed. Alright I am Rachel Berry I’ll just come up with a plan and everything will be ok. She took a deep breath. If there is alcohol then I’ll just take a sip. I have always wondered what it tasted like. If Puck makes a move on me then… She hit a deadbolt. I doubt he will remember, he’ll be too drunk. She clung on to this little hope, but she knew she was lying to herself. She thought of Quinn. Last time Puck got Quinn to have sex with him she got pregnant. How am I suppose to be a Broadway star if that happens to me?
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Rachel took a deep breath. It was 30 minutes before the party was going to start and she was extremely nervous. She saw Puck earlier at school and asked him what to wear. Puck said casual and not to wear anything she would wear to school while he looked at her animal sweater and argyle skirt.
Right then and there she knew she had the perfect outfit. She didn’t normally wear animal sweaters and argyle, but her Dad’s forced her into them saying that she looked really cute in them. She wore everything even though she knew she looked like a 5 year old. For the party however, it was a different story. She was wearing tight faded black torn jeans and a white tank top with a black cardigan over it. She looked into the mirror and thought: I look damn good, this should surprise everyone.
“Hey honey, you sure you don’t want us to drop you off at the party? Your dad and I can do it on the way to dinner,” her dad Leroy asked.
“No Daddy its fine. Brittany’s house is only 15 minutes away,” Rachel said, slightly annoyed. Her dad’s had asked her the same question for the 5th time and each time she said the same thing.
Rachel stepped out of her house and took a couple steps onto her driveway when a Red Mustang drove up and stopped just a couple inches from hitting her.
“Yo chica, lets go!” The driver called.
Rachel was surprised to see Santana of all people coming to pick her up. She was speechless for a little bit. What the hell is going on?
Santana honked her horn. “Berry, hurry the fuck up! The party is going to start without us!”
Rachel opened the back door and saw a blonde cheerleader. I have to sit next to Quinn? This really isn’t the way I wanted to start my night. She looked at Quinn. Why is she staring at me? And why is she biting her lip like that! She needs to stop it.
When Rachel got into the car, she gave the blonde a nod and looked away. She must be really mad about this. Should I say anything?
Rachel looked over to the blonde. Quinn was wearing tight blue jeans and a red blouse. Quinn is looking good tonight- wait Rachel what are you thinking. You are straaaaiggghhhttt you shouldn’t be looking at other girls that way.
Before Rachel knew it they were at Brittany’s house. Santana parked on the curb and they all got out. The party was already in full swing and people were already way past tipsy. The Latina gave all the guys around her a glare. Everyone knew that look it was the “anyone scratches my car and I claw your balls off” face. Santana and Brittany left to go get some drinks, leaving Quinn and Rachel alone.
Rachel snuck a peak again at Quinn and noticed the other girl doing the same thing to her. God this is going to be a long night.
A/N: Should I continue?