A/N: I just thought of this at work today and decided to write it down! Hope you guys enjoy it! Xo-Katie

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee

She's not quite sure why, but late one Thursday night she finds herself standing in front of his bedroom door. Maybe it had to do with all of the Madonna stuff they've been working on, but she really feels like pampering herself just a little. She knocks softly on the door and waits for him to answer before walking into the room. She's learned not to barge in unannounced and now has an unwanted image of him burned into the back of her mind, although the look on his face had been pretty priceless.

"Come in," he calls and she pushes open the door to reveal him laying on his stomach upon the bed, a textbook and notebook in front of him.

"Hey," she says softly. "Are you busy?"

The honest answer is yes, he actually is working on homework and if he doesn't get a "C" on his test tomorrow his mom is going to kick his ass.

"Nope," he lies and closes his book because she's in her pajamas, just leaning against his doorframe and she looks really pretty, like really pretty and he's pretty sure she's not even wearing makeup. "What's up?"

"I was wondering if you could help me with something. You can say no, but I just thought I'd ask."

"Ask away."

"Well, after I showed I decided to give myself a manicure and pedicure and so I painted my fingernails but, ummm…I'm having a little trouble reaching my toenails."

"You want me to paint your nails?" he asks in disbelief and she can tell right away that he's going to say no and she thinks she must be really stupid for even considering asking him in the first place.

"You know what? Never mind, forget about it," she says, not really mad at him but also not quite sure why her voice is a little strained when she chokes out a goodnight and turns to leave.

"Wait a minute," he calls, hopping up from his bed. He's not sure what it is, maybe Mr. Schue's talk registered somewhere with him or maybe the song he sang with the guys hit a chord, but he realizes how hard it must have been for her to come and ask him for help. Even though he offered her a very Puck-like apology the previous day saying Sorry if I'm an ass, he still wants to make things right with her. "I'll do it."

"Really?" she asks.

"Sure. Pop a squat on the bed," he says patting the spot next to him. "What color do we have here?"

"Thanks a lot," she sighs, leaning against the headboard as he props her legs up with a couple of pillows. She hands him the bottle and tells him to be careful.

"Strawberry Electric?" he questions, unscrewing the cap. "Whatever happened to just calling things pink? By the way, not a word of this gets out at school, deal?"

"Deal," she nods with a smile. "I won't tell anyone…unless you do a really awful job."

"Do you doubt my abilities?"

"Maybe," she says smugly.

"Oh, challenge accepted. This is going to be the best fucking paint job of your life," he replies and carefully sets to work.

She can't help but grin at the way he sticks his tongue out of the corner of his mouth when he's concentrating really hard. That Madonna song said that she deserved the best in life. Well, she thinks. Any guy who's willing to paint my nails must be pretty close to that.