Place Your Bets
Title: Place Your Bets
Author: snuffybaby
Disclaimer: RM and Co. own the Glee Universe
Rating: PG-13 (swearing)
Pairing: Puckleberry
Word Count: 1,740
Spoilers: up to 218 just in case.
Summary: AU; Starts during 208 “Furt”; Burt and Carole’s reception, after Finn’s speech and song dedication. Based on prompt from puckrachel Drabble Meme:
katiebeth26:
Sam's POV, unaware of the fact that Puck and Rachel use to date and he thinks that they have only made out during the "break" with Finn and wonders why they have a relationship name anyway. When he finds out they did date for a week way before Finn and Rachel ever got together Sam wants to know why they just don't get back together now. What proceeds is Sam getting an offer to get in on the on going bet for when Puckleberry will get together again and Finn stating that it won't ever happen since Puck promised not to get with any more of Finn's girls.
Sam: So did you ask Puck for permission to get with Rachel then?
Finn: No, why would I?
Sam: He did date her first, doesn't that go against bro code?
Finn: It didn't count, they weren't together for more then a week.
Sam: Wait, so they got a relationship name, Rachel was the first girl Puck sang to, he took a slushy to the face AND quit football for Rachel? So they had a relationship that was on like steroids, but that shit counted Finn.
Finn: Doesn't matter Puck promised he wouldn't get with any of my girls again.
Sam: Yeah, well to bad that he was with her first so she is technically his girl and that makes the promise void. Especially since you never asked if you could get with Rachel. I'm surprise Puck's never called you out on that shit.
Anyone: It's cause he wanted Rachel happy, that's love.
Finn: *going pale* Wait, has anyone seen Puck and Rachel? He wouldn't...would he?
Sam: I hope so. You know Puck knows that promise is void when it comes to Rachel.
Anyone: Damn it! Someone find them! My day for this month isn't for another two weeks, do you REALIZE how much money the Puckleberry pool has reached?
Anyone: Hell no! Today's my day, and I have no idea but figure five dollars a day since Puckleberry broke up last year and you have a shit load of money.
Author's Note: thought I'd just add a little to the mini-drabble prompt by katiebeth26...
--
Sam was sharing a slow dance with Quinn, when he asked, “So what’s our relationship name?”
“Hmm?” She tilted her head up from his shoulder and glanced at him.
“Rachel and Finn are Finchel; Kurt and Finn are Furt. Even Rachel and Puck have a name. I know I’m the new guy around here, but I had no idea that Rachel and Puck have a history.”
“They were together for less than a week,” Quinn rolled her eyes. “And even you know that Jewfro has an unhealthy obsession over Rachel. He’s the one that named them Puckleberry in his blog.” She shrugged, “I guess the name stuck.”
“They don’t seem like the couple type.”
Kurt and Mercedes shimmied by. He called over his shoulder, “You don’t see the undeniable chemistry between those two?”
Mercedes added, “She was the first girl he serenaded too.”
“Sweet Caroline is still a favorite.”
Tina and Mike sashayed close enough for her to say. “Check the ‘Fans of Puckleberry’ Facebook page. You can see everything there.”
His eyebrow rose, “And they dated for less than a week?”
“Check the page,” Artie reared back on his hind wheels, Brittany in his lap. “You’ll understand.”
Quinn shrugged again. “There’s just something between the two.”
Sam just nodded, still confused.
“And our relationship name is Quam,” she wrinkled her nose with distaste.
--
After the wedding, Sam was back at home and sitting in front of his computer bringing up the Facebook page. Posters included the Glee Club minus Finn, Puck and Rachel. He went back to the beginning and watched the first shaky video of Puck serenading his Jewish American Princess.
Following that was a detailed catalogue of Puckleberry moments. Some seemed legitimate, but others were grasping at straws. They ranged from Puck and Rachel walking down the hall together sharing a laugh; to Puck standing behind Rachel in line for the café.
His eyes went wide when he spotted the Puckleberry Pool. The Gleeks had been betting for the past year on how and when Puckleberry would reunite. The pot was significant.
Investigation complete for the night, Sam was planning on finding Puck for some answers.
--
Since Sam was finally in the loop on Puckleberry, he began to notice the furtive glances that were exchanged among the Gleeks whenever they spotted a Puckleberry moment. They were all atwitter when Puck defended Rachel during Sectionals, admitting that he ‘kinda liked her’.
After the fall of Finchel, Sam sat down beside Puck before Glee started and asked, “Well?”
“Well, what?” Puck eyed him suspiciously. “You’re not trying to come on to me, are you? I understand the appeal of my guns, but I’m not into dudes.”
“Dude, no!” Sam shifted his chair away. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I’m not gay.”
“Whatever you say, dude.”
“Look, I just wanted to know whether you’re gonna get together with Rachel.”
His eyes narrowed dangerously. “Aren’t you dating Q?”
“Puck, I’ve seen the looks. You’re totally into Rachel. She’s a free agent now. Why aren’t you going after her?”
“None of your business.”
“You sang a duet with her!”
He glared at the blonde. “She’s still got eyes for Finn.”
“Lame.” Sam knew that Puck was more than confident enough to pursue a girl, regardless of whether or not she was interest in (or with) another guy.
Sighing, he ran his hand through his Mohawk. “Look, I stole one of Finn’s girls before - Quinn - I promised I wasn’t gonna do it again.”
“You dated her first.”
Puck sat up, his eyes wide open in realization. “I did date her first.”
“Go get her, man.”
--
Half the Glee Club was sitting and chatting in the choir room waiting for practice to start. Sam was leaning back in his chair smugly.
Mercedes and Tina entered the room together, beelining to Sam.
“A little ambitious for your first bet,” Tina commented.
“I’m feeling lucky,” Sam grinned.
“What bet?” Quinn asked, taking a seat beside her boyfriend.
“Sam finally bet on when Puckleberry would reunite,” Mercedes informed.
Finn’s back tensed. “What?”
“What day did you pick?” Artie asked curiously.
“Today.” Tina’s eyes narrowed on Sam. “You know something.”
Innocent expression in place, he shrugged, “I might.”
“Wait,” Finn interrupted, “Puck wouldn’t go after Rachel. He promised he wouldn’t. Bro code.”
Sam leaned over to look at Finn, sitting at opposite ends of the room. “So did you ask Puck for permission to get with Rachel then?”
“No, why would I?”
“He did date her first. Doesn't that go against bro code?”
Gasps escaped all over the room.
“It didn't count,” Finn stuttered, “they were together for less than a week.”
Sam shifted in his seat, taking on an offensive posture, “Wait, so they got a relationship name; Rachel was the first girl Puck sang to; he took a slushy to the face; and he quit football for her. That’s a relationship on steroids. That totally counted, Finn.”
“Doesn't matter,” he said stubbornly, “Puck promised he wouldn't get with any of my girls again.”
“Yeah, well, too bad that he was with her first so she is technically his girl and that makes the promise void. Especially since you never asked if you could get with Rachel. I'm surprised Puck's never called you out on that shit.”
“It's cause he wanted Rachel happy,” Brittany chimed in absently, while studying the ends of her hair. “That's love.”
Finn went pale. “Wait, has anyone seen Puck and Rachel? He wouldn’t… would he?”
“I hope so.” Sam smirked, finally adding, “You know Puck knows that promise is void when it comes to Rachel.”
Santana shot to her feet and started for the door. “Damn it! Someone find them! My day for this month isn't for another two weeks. Do you realize how much money the Puckleberry pool has reached?”
Mercedes stepped in front of her, blocking the way. “Hell no! Today's my day, and I have no idea, but five dollars a month since Puckleberry broke up last year and you have a shit load of money. I’m even willing to split it with Sam. Regardless of whether he cheated or not.”
“Please, I bet on today, fair and square.”
Mike frowned, “You had insider information.”
Artie nodded. “That should have been shared in the blog so that everyone could make informed updates to their bets.”
“It’s in the charter,” Quinn sighed, partially ashamed that she knew so much about the betting pool.
“Step aside, sister,” Santana growled.
“Make me,” Mercedes snarled back.
“What is going on in here?” Rachel asked from the door, Puck standing behind her.
All eyes widened in shock, before taking on unconvincing innocent expressions, as they shuffled into non-confrontational positions. “Nothing.”
Rachel frowned, concerned that everyone was hiding things from her again; while Puck didn’t give a shit what they were up to. They both headed toward the back row, taking seats beside each other.
Santana sidled up to Puck, sliding her hand across his shoulders. “Are you free tonight? I need me some Puckerone.”
“You’re gonna have to find another warm body to press yourself against. I’m busy.”
“Doing what?” she asked angrily. She couldn’t believe that he would turn her down for Manhands.
“Noah’s volunteering at Temple tonight. His sister’s class is performing a show and he’s assisting with fundraising,” Rachel advised. She leaned forward to look around Noah at the Latina. “You’re welcome to join us. We need as many volunteers as possible.”
“Sorry,” she scoffed insincerely, “but I’m not Jewish.”
“Suit yourself.”
Finn cleared his throat. “Uh, Rach?”
The brunette turned and responded graciously, “Yes, Finn?”
“Can we talk after Glee?”
“As I’ve just informed Santana, I’m busy.”
All the Gleeks tittered.
Rachel had shot down Finn.
Unconsciously, they all leaned closer.
“Rach, it will only take a few minutes.”
“As Mr. Schuester is yet again late, we can discuss whatever it is now,” she conceded.
“We should discuss this in private.”
“Finn, if this is about the state of our relationship, you should be happy to know that I’m over it. Noah has made me aware of some information that has led me to believe that you are not the leading man I have been searching for. Reconciliation between us is no longer a possibility.”
“Translation: she’s done with you,” Puck smirked.
“You can’t trust anything Puck says, Rachel. He’s manipulating you, because he wants to get in your pants.” Finn glared at his ex-best-friend. “I told you to stay away from her.”
“That right there is what made me realize I misjudged you,” Rachel said angrily. “You don’t have any right to dictate who can and can’t be my friend! I can’t believe that you would stoop so low as to use the friendship between Noah and yourself in such a way. Shame on you, Finn Hudson!” Flush with rage, she shot to her feet. “I can’t even be in the same room as you right now.” She stormed out without a backward glance.
All eyes turned to Puck.
“The fuck?” Santana shoved his shoulder.
“What?” Puck crossed his arms defensively. “You all were just as tired of her panting after Hudson as I was. She’s over him now and things can go back to normal… or whatever pretends to be normal with her.”
“What the hell did you tell her?” Mercedes demanded.
“I implied that Finn didn’t want me to be friends with her,” he shrugged.
“Bad, Finn!” Brittany scolded, angry frown aimed at him. “You can’t steal Rachel’s friends.”
Mike high-fived Puck. He knew Rachel well enough to know that she’d get all up-in-arms when it came to anything remotely related to human rights and turning people against her.
“I didn’t say that!”
“Of course not, but she took it that way,” Puck smirked. He slid his aviators on. “Schue’s five minutes late. I’m out of here.”
“Damn it,” Sam swore once Puck was out of earshot. “I thought for sure I would have won that bet.”
--
It was another week before Puckleberry reunited.
Just before Valentine’s Day, Puckleberry was spotted in the hallway by Berry’s locker in an intense lip lock.
Tina stopped beside Artie and Brittany. “Who had their money on today?”
“No one did,” Mercedes joined them.
“So who gets the money?” Tina asked in confusion.
Artie pursed his lips. “Puck.”
“What?”
“Apparently, he was the one managing the betting pool. Guy totally played us.”
--
The End
Author: snuffybaby
Disclaimer: RM and Co. own the Glee Universe
Rating: PG-13 (swearing)
Pairing: Puckleberry
Word Count: 1,740
Spoilers: up to 218 just in case.
Summary: AU; Starts during 208 “Furt”; Burt and Carole’s reception, after Finn’s speech and song dedication. Based on prompt from puckrachel Drabble Meme:
katiebeth26:
Sam's POV, unaware of the fact that Puck and Rachel use to date and he thinks that they have only made out during the "break" with Finn and wonders why they have a relationship name anyway. When he finds out they did date for a week way before Finn and Rachel ever got together Sam wants to know why they just don't get back together now. What proceeds is Sam getting an offer to get in on the on going bet for when Puckleberry will get together again and Finn stating that it won't ever happen since Puck promised not to get with any more of Finn's girls.
Sam: So did you ask Puck for permission to get with Rachel then?
Finn: No, why would I?
Sam: He did date her first, doesn't that go against bro code?
Finn: It didn't count, they weren't together for more then a week.
Sam: Wait, so they got a relationship name, Rachel was the first girl Puck sang to, he took a slushy to the face AND quit football for Rachel? So they had a relationship that was on like steroids, but that shit counted Finn.
Finn: Doesn't matter Puck promised he wouldn't get with any of my girls again.
Sam: Yeah, well to bad that he was with her first so she is technically his girl and that makes the promise void. Especially since you never asked if you could get with Rachel. I'm surprise Puck's never called you out on that shit.
Anyone: It's cause he wanted Rachel happy, that's love.
Finn: *going pale* Wait, has anyone seen Puck and Rachel? He wouldn't...would he?
Sam: I hope so. You know Puck knows that promise is void when it comes to Rachel.
Anyone: Damn it! Someone find them! My day for this month isn't for another two weeks, do you REALIZE how much money the Puckleberry pool has reached?
Anyone: Hell no! Today's my day, and I have no idea but figure five dollars a day since Puckleberry broke up last year and you have a shit load of money.
Author's Note: thought I'd just add a little to the mini-drabble prompt by katiebeth26...
--
Sam was sharing a slow dance with Quinn, when he asked, “So what’s our relationship name?”
“Hmm?” She tilted her head up from his shoulder and glanced at him.
“Rachel and Finn are Finchel; Kurt and Finn are Furt. Even Rachel and Puck have a name. I know I’m the new guy around here, but I had no idea that Rachel and Puck have a history.”
“They were together for less than a week,” Quinn rolled her eyes. “And even you know that Jewfro has an unhealthy obsession over Rachel. He’s the one that named them Puckleberry in his blog.” She shrugged, “I guess the name stuck.”
“They don’t seem like the couple type.”
Kurt and Mercedes shimmied by. He called over his shoulder, “You don’t see the undeniable chemistry between those two?”
Mercedes added, “She was the first girl he serenaded too.”
“Sweet Caroline is still a favorite.”
Tina and Mike sashayed close enough for her to say. “Check the ‘Fans of Puckleberry’ Facebook page. You can see everything there.”
His eyebrow rose, “And they dated for less than a week?”
“Check the page,” Artie reared back on his hind wheels, Brittany in his lap. “You’ll understand.”
Quinn shrugged again. “There’s just something between the two.”
Sam just nodded, still confused.
“And our relationship name is Quam,” she wrinkled her nose with distaste.
--
After the wedding, Sam was back at home and sitting in front of his computer bringing up the Facebook page. Posters included the Glee Club minus Finn, Puck and Rachel. He went back to the beginning and watched the first shaky video of Puck serenading his Jewish American Princess.
Following that was a detailed catalogue of Puckleberry moments. Some seemed legitimate, but others were grasping at straws. They ranged from Puck and Rachel walking down the hall together sharing a laugh; to Puck standing behind Rachel in line for the café.
His eyes went wide when he spotted the Puckleberry Pool. The Gleeks had been betting for the past year on how and when Puckleberry would reunite. The pot was significant.
Investigation complete for the night, Sam was planning on finding Puck for some answers.
--
Since Sam was finally in the loop on Puckleberry, he began to notice the furtive glances that were exchanged among the Gleeks whenever they spotted a Puckleberry moment. They were all atwitter when Puck defended Rachel during Sectionals, admitting that he ‘kinda liked her’.
After the fall of Finchel, Sam sat down beside Puck before Glee started and asked, “Well?”
“Well, what?” Puck eyed him suspiciously. “You’re not trying to come on to me, are you? I understand the appeal of my guns, but I’m not into dudes.”
“Dude, no!” Sam shifted his chair away. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I’m not gay.”
“Whatever you say, dude.”
“Look, I just wanted to know whether you’re gonna get together with Rachel.”
His eyes narrowed dangerously. “Aren’t you dating Q?”
“Puck, I’ve seen the looks. You’re totally into Rachel. She’s a free agent now. Why aren’t you going after her?”
“None of your business.”
“You sang a duet with her!”
He glared at the blonde. “She’s still got eyes for Finn.”
“Lame.” Sam knew that Puck was more than confident enough to pursue a girl, regardless of whether or not she was interest in (or with) another guy.
Sighing, he ran his hand through his Mohawk. “Look, I stole one of Finn’s girls before - Quinn - I promised I wasn’t gonna do it again.”
“You dated her first.”
Puck sat up, his eyes wide open in realization. “I did date her first.”
“Go get her, man.”
--
Half the Glee Club was sitting and chatting in the choir room waiting for practice to start. Sam was leaning back in his chair smugly.
Mercedes and Tina entered the room together, beelining to Sam.
“A little ambitious for your first bet,” Tina commented.
“I’m feeling lucky,” Sam grinned.
“What bet?” Quinn asked, taking a seat beside her boyfriend.
“Sam finally bet on when Puckleberry would reunite,” Mercedes informed.
Finn’s back tensed. “What?”
“What day did you pick?” Artie asked curiously.
“Today.” Tina’s eyes narrowed on Sam. “You know something.”
Innocent expression in place, he shrugged, “I might.”
“Wait,” Finn interrupted, “Puck wouldn’t go after Rachel. He promised he wouldn’t. Bro code.”
Sam leaned over to look at Finn, sitting at opposite ends of the room. “So did you ask Puck for permission to get with Rachel then?”
“No, why would I?”
“He did date her first. Doesn't that go against bro code?”
Gasps escaped all over the room.
“It didn't count,” Finn stuttered, “they were together for less than a week.”
Sam shifted in his seat, taking on an offensive posture, “Wait, so they got a relationship name; Rachel was the first girl Puck sang to; he took a slushy to the face; and he quit football for her. That’s a relationship on steroids. That totally counted, Finn.”
“Doesn't matter,” he said stubbornly, “Puck promised he wouldn't get with any of my girls again.”
“Yeah, well, too bad that he was with her first so she is technically his girl and that makes the promise void. Especially since you never asked if you could get with Rachel. I'm surprised Puck's never called you out on that shit.”
“It's cause he wanted Rachel happy,” Brittany chimed in absently, while studying the ends of her hair. “That's love.”
Finn went pale. “Wait, has anyone seen Puck and Rachel? He wouldn’t… would he?”
“I hope so.” Sam smirked, finally adding, “You know Puck knows that promise is void when it comes to Rachel.”
Santana shot to her feet and started for the door. “Damn it! Someone find them! My day for this month isn't for another two weeks. Do you realize how much money the Puckleberry pool has reached?”
Mercedes stepped in front of her, blocking the way. “Hell no! Today's my day, and I have no idea, but five dollars a month since Puckleberry broke up last year and you have a shit load of money. I’m even willing to split it with Sam. Regardless of whether he cheated or not.”
“Please, I bet on today, fair and square.”
Mike frowned, “You had insider information.”
Artie nodded. “That should have been shared in the blog so that everyone could make informed updates to their bets.”
“It’s in the charter,” Quinn sighed, partially ashamed that she knew so much about the betting pool.
“Step aside, sister,” Santana growled.
“Make me,” Mercedes snarled back.
“What is going on in here?” Rachel asked from the door, Puck standing behind her.
All eyes widened in shock, before taking on unconvincing innocent expressions, as they shuffled into non-confrontational positions. “Nothing.”
Rachel frowned, concerned that everyone was hiding things from her again; while Puck didn’t give a shit what they were up to. They both headed toward the back row, taking seats beside each other.
Santana sidled up to Puck, sliding her hand across his shoulders. “Are you free tonight? I need me some Puckerone.”
“You’re gonna have to find another warm body to press yourself against. I’m busy.”
“Doing what?” she asked angrily. She couldn’t believe that he would turn her down for Manhands.
“Noah’s volunteering at Temple tonight. His sister’s class is performing a show and he’s assisting with fundraising,” Rachel advised. She leaned forward to look around Noah at the Latina. “You’re welcome to join us. We need as many volunteers as possible.”
“Sorry,” she scoffed insincerely, “but I’m not Jewish.”
“Suit yourself.”
Finn cleared his throat. “Uh, Rach?”
The brunette turned and responded graciously, “Yes, Finn?”
“Can we talk after Glee?”
“As I’ve just informed Santana, I’m busy.”
All the Gleeks tittered.
Rachel had shot down Finn.
Unconsciously, they all leaned closer.
“Rach, it will only take a few minutes.”
“As Mr. Schuester is yet again late, we can discuss whatever it is now,” she conceded.
“We should discuss this in private.”
“Finn, if this is about the state of our relationship, you should be happy to know that I’m over it. Noah has made me aware of some information that has led me to believe that you are not the leading man I have been searching for. Reconciliation between us is no longer a possibility.”
“Translation: she’s done with you,” Puck smirked.
“You can’t trust anything Puck says, Rachel. He’s manipulating you, because he wants to get in your pants.” Finn glared at his ex-best-friend. “I told you to stay away from her.”
“That right there is what made me realize I misjudged you,” Rachel said angrily. “You don’t have any right to dictate who can and can’t be my friend! I can’t believe that you would stoop so low as to use the friendship between Noah and yourself in such a way. Shame on you, Finn Hudson!” Flush with rage, she shot to her feet. “I can’t even be in the same room as you right now.” She stormed out without a backward glance.
All eyes turned to Puck.
“The fuck?” Santana shoved his shoulder.
“What?” Puck crossed his arms defensively. “You all were just as tired of her panting after Hudson as I was. She’s over him now and things can go back to normal… or whatever pretends to be normal with her.”
“What the hell did you tell her?” Mercedes demanded.
“I implied that Finn didn’t want me to be friends with her,” he shrugged.
“Bad, Finn!” Brittany scolded, angry frown aimed at him. “You can’t steal Rachel’s friends.”
Mike high-fived Puck. He knew Rachel well enough to know that she’d get all up-in-arms when it came to anything remotely related to human rights and turning people against her.
“I didn’t say that!”
“Of course not, but she took it that way,” Puck smirked. He slid his aviators on. “Schue’s five minutes late. I’m out of here.”
“Damn it,” Sam swore once Puck was out of earshot. “I thought for sure I would have won that bet.”
--
It was another week before Puckleberry reunited.
Just before Valentine’s Day, Puckleberry was spotted in the hallway by Berry’s locker in an intense lip lock.
Tina stopped beside Artie and Brittany. “Who had their money on today?”
“No one did,” Mercedes joined them.
“So who gets the money?” Tina asked in confusion.
Artie pursed his lips. “Puck.”
“What?”
“Apparently, he was the one managing the betting pool. Guy totally played us.”
--
The End