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He cares about her.
In fact, he cares about her than sex, food, MILFs, playing football, his mom, singing - oh, fuck it. He cares about her more than anything or anyone in the world.
He's surprised; honored, even, that she took time out of her day that one rainy August afternoon to do the unthinkable with him.
He loves the glances she throws at him in the hallway, and the shakes of her head after he winks slyly back at her. Truth be told, he just loves driving her crazy.
He loves how even though he's known as the Puckasaurus Rex, the boy famous for making girls believe they were amazing and then deserting them, she was the onlyone not affected by it, and instead was the one who broke him. He was kind of amazed by it, actually. All of it just made him madly attracted to her even more.
It's not that he loves her, really - he's not really sure if he knows what love is, much less if he is capable of it.
But when he sees her and Finn together in the hallway, their hands intertwined, looking happy as fuck together, he can't lie, it hurts.
He hates that it's his baby, and not for the reasons you'd think. He hates that he wants to be there for his little girl more than he can even fathom, but he can't be, because "it's a secret."
He wants to be with her - that much is true. He wants her to depend on him; he wants her to believe that he really is capable of taking care of her, far better than who she's with now.
But she doesn't.
He wants her to know, he really wants her to know that he dreams of her. He wants her to know that he wants to wake up next to her and make coffee for her and just be there for her.
But she never will - he's too much of a coward to ever let her know.
He wants to punch the shit out of that dumbass kid every time he's with her. He wants to make him feel the wrath of what he has to go through every day. He wants to tell him, "Hey buddy, that's my girl, back off."
But he can't - if he did any act of physical violence to her precious boyfriend, she'd never speak to him again. Plus, she really wasn't "his girl" - but what he had felt that night made him think otherwise.
He wants a lot of things. But unfortunately, like that old saying goes, You can't always get what you want.
He has a feeling he never will.
A/N – Hey! So I hope you enjoyed this. It's set in the front 13 from Puck's perspective, just in case you didn't figure that out while you were reading this. This came to my mind recently and I quickly wrote it down on my iPod. Quick drabbles are my mojo. Reviews are love!