Not yours but mine

Chapter 2

The next morning, Mercedes and Kurt are discussing her short-lived relationship with Puck while checking out their reflections on the mirror the African-American has hanging on her locker door, when Kurt catches something on the corner of his eyes, and turns around sharply, a soft gasp escaping his thin lips. Mercedes follows the line of his eyes, and the lip balm she's holding falls to the floor with a clang as she narrows her eyes.

Puck has just entered the hall, with an arm wrapped around Rachel's shoulders and whispering something in her ear that had her blushing before swatting at his chest with a giggle. "You're incorrigible!" She mutters fondly, her voice still rough from laryngitis but definitely having improved since the time she imploded Miley's 'The Climb', and the tackler smirks at the smaller brunette before pressing an open-mouthed kiss on her forehead.

The couple walks by them, Puck nodding silently, Rachel waving with a smile, and leaves them behind, Kurt gaping, Mercedes outraged. "Were those..." Kurt manages to squeak out. "Were those Puck and diva, looking all cozy and cuddly and couple-ish?" He asks in astonishment, rubbing his eyes to make sure he's not seeing things.

"I can't believe he's ditched me for that... That... thing!" Mercedes bellows, furious, as she slams her locker door closed. She walks briskly towards the retreating pair, and smirks at Rachel once she falls into step with them, next to Puck. She puts a hand on his arm, rubbing her palm softly against the worn out fabric of his shirt. "Hey, Puck..." She purrs with a flirty smile. "Wanna hang out later?" She scowls at Rachel, who stares back at her calmly.

Puck's eyebrow kinks up and he looks at her hand before stepping out of her grasp, his fingers softly caressing Rachel's shoulder. "Sorry, Jones, no can do. Rach and I are busy later". He looks at Rachel with a shimmer in his eyes that was never there when he looked at her, Mercedes. Rachel smiles back and stands to her tiptoes, pressing a quick, chaste kiss on Puck's lips, and they look so close, so in love, that Mercedes is forced to look away.

When she turns her eyes back, they're already walking away, but Rachel comes back pretty quickly. "Hey, Mercedes? Can I tell you something?" She asks, with a smile that makes Mercedes feel a shiver run down her spine.

"Sure..." The other girl stammers uncertainly.

Rachel smirks - smirks! - and leans against Mercedes, singing-whispering softly, "It's not hard to see, the boy is mine", and Mercedes gapes at her back as she flounces away, Puck's quiet laughter ringing in her ears a few minutes later, as he pins Rachel against the nearest locker and kisses her passionately.