But God damn, Noah Puckerman hated Rachel Berry.
He hated her voice and how he could pick her voice out of a crowd even when he wasn't trying.
He hated her big words and how they made him feel like an idiot.
He hated her long legs and how ridiculously smooth they looked.
He hated her hair and how she flipped it whenever she turned around to ask him a question.
He hated her smile and how it made him want to throw something at Finn for being a goddamn idiot for not leaving Quinn for Rachel.
He hated her talent, because he knew no one would ever see it except for him and the rest of the glee club kids.
He hated how she kissed his jaw line, tracing it with those lips that he hated, too.
He hated her fingers and how thin and long they were, able to slip into his effortlessly.
He hated her waist, too, because he'd seen boys staring at the areas above and below it.
He hated how he got into fights over her, too, when the boys stared at her.
He hated how she chose him, because she wouldn't ever go anywhere with a loser like him weighing her down.
He hated how she cried when he broke up with her.
He hated how he had to lie when she asked him why he was breaking up with her.
He hated the looks that everyone shot him after they saw her tear-rimmed eyes.
He hated how Finn had told him he had a good thing going.
He hated how Finn was right.
He hated how his dad said Rachel was some wannabe quirky Barbie imitation that he didn't need to be around.
He hated how everyone was suddenly so protective of "poor Rachel."
He hated how he had always been protective of her and no one had noticed.
He hated it.
He hated her.
He hated how the letter he left in her locker was filled with smudges and mistakes.
He hated how she cried after she read it.
He hated how she accepted his words so easily and ran back to him like he deserved her.
He hated how she chose him, again, because she wouldn't ever go anywhere with a loser like him weighing her down.
But God damn, Noah Puckerman loved Rachel Berry.
Even if he hated her.