AN: Someone pm'd me a challenge of 500 words or less the other day and I just had to! What is this? I don't know but its established Puckleberry and very unbeta'd.
Surprise
A weary Puck opened the door to his dark apartment. He flipped a switch but darkness encased his entryway.
He tensed.
Did he forget the bill again? Before he could think of an answer, a chair scraped against the floor caught his attention.
"Hello?"
He called out again but no answer. He threw his backpack on the floor and tried the switch again.
Nothing.
He kicked his backpack under the small desk by the door and slowly walked in.
"Hello?"
Silence.
He stopped walking, took out his phone and turned the flashlight on. It lit up the hall and bounced off the mirror peeking out from his room. He had to squint to try to see but still nothing. He took some steps further into his living room and looked over to the kitchen. He saw a low light under the door.
What the hell.
He stopped walking and stood still. He contemplated his next move while looking around the room. Deciding between calling the cops and just kickin' ass, he saw a light flicker. He quickly looked around for something to grab. Nothing except a magazine.
Great.
He decided to take care of this himself. He was a man dammit! He had been in the army. He could do this. He took in a breath.
Get ready Puck. You might die but protect yourself.
Again he saw a flicker. A few more steps and he came closer to the door. He slowly brought his hand up to it and slowly pressed a hand into it. It didn't creak but he saw the light flicker again. He noticed an umbrella next to the door, he quickly bent down and grabbed it. He gripped it with one hand and pushed the door a little harder.
One step further and he would be in the kitchen.
He brought up the umbrella over his head.
"Noah!"
He blinked. "Rachel?"
She had a look of shock written all over her face, her eyes wide and staring at the umbrella. He put the umbrella down.
"What the hell?" He blurted out.
She blinked. Moisture filled her eyes. "I-I'm s-sorry. I wanted to surprise you-"
"Oh babe." He threw the umbrella on the ground and draped his arms around her shoulders. She willfully went into them and closed her eyes. He placed his chin on top of her head and noticed the cake sitting on their dining room table. Shit. How do you forget your own birthday?
Rachel sniffed.
"Happy birthday Noah."
A/N: Unwanted Help hasn't been forgotten! Just having writers block but I'll update when I'm ready!