Puck may be tipsy and it’s true she doesn’t show up to class a lot, but she knows how to read people. Something wasn’t adding up. Michelle Chang was a typical good student wallflower. She didn’t hook up, didn’t fuck around with people like Norah Puckerman.
Something is definitely up. But why question free pussy? Puck really wishes she had more shots right about now. Alcohol makes everything better. Fuck. It was too late for more though. She can already feel the alcohol flushing out of her system, her buzz softening.
Puck stuffs her empty water bottle into a mailbox they’re walking past, closing the swinging door back up. She winks at Michelle’s words, opening the second bottle of water and starting in on it.
“Trusting me usually gets people into trouble, babe,” she flirts, stepping a bit closer into Michelle’s personal space.
Then something clicks and Puck can feel her eyes narrowing a bit. Chang better not be playing her; no one plays the Puckzilla.
“Is this a St. James thing?”
“So suspicious, Puckerman. I was flirting with you before you hooked up with her, you know.” Yeah, Michelle’s partially doing this because she cares too much about her friend to let her fall into St. James’ trap, but she’s also kinda had a crush on Norah since the girl had joined glee, so.
She’s not like, in love with the other girl or anything. But she’d definitely imagined hooking up with the other girl more than once. She’s just not thrilled that it’s a drunken hook-up.
She steps closer to Norah. “If you’d rather go back inside, that’s fine by me. But you’ve been ogling me and making bold staments all night. I’d hate to think that ‘Puckzilla’ doesn’t follow through.”
Puck’s shoulders sagged a little, the tension dropping out of them. What the fuck is up with her tonight? Michelle Chang is fine as hell and totally willing.
“Everybody flirts with this babe, can you blame them?”
She lets her eyes dip down as Chang steps in closer to her, slowly letting them rake up her body. As long as Chang doesn’t expect anything from this but sex, everything’s good.
Yeah, she cares about Michelle. Chang had suffered through Cheerios with her. They hang out on weekends and drink and wreck bitches on xbox live all day. Puck was just…she was over thinking everything again, and fuck it. There’s a hot babe in front of her who totally wants it.
Puck lets a hand slip under her chin, cupping gently at the girl’s jaw. She leans in, slowly, talking as she does.
“Puckzilla always delivers, baby,” she whispers out, her voice managing to sound cocky despite how quiet it was. Puck licks her lips, her face so close to the other girl’s lips that they’re practically breathing the same air. She waits for a second, seeing if the other girl will meet her the last ten percent, still partially unconvinced that Chang will really go through with this all.
Michelle takes a shallow breath, and, despite everything in her mind shouting that this is a bad idea, connects her lips with Norah's.
She knew Norah would be a good kisser. She doesn't exactly expect the sparks that she feels, but she knows this is a one-night thing, so she pushes them to the back of her mind. She tangles one hand in Norah's hair, and puts the other hand on Norah's waist.
If this is just going to be for a night, she's going to make it a damn good night.
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