A/N: Beta'ed by xperfectly-imperfect13.
Dear Diary,
As you can probably infer from my previous entries, I was a little bit sceptical when my fathers told me that they had set me up on a blind date.
Apparently, they were concerned about my lack of a social life. I tried to convince them that I was way too busy to even consider a social life; between my dance rehearsals and preparing for the play that I am SUPER excited to be starring in. It finally seemed like my dream of becoming a star was being achieved, and I couldn't afford to let sex-addled fantasies come in between me and my dream. And sure, the play I'm starring in isn't exactly on Broadway (yet!) but it wasn't that far away from Broadway either.
But I could tell my fathers were starting to become concerned about me. They kept on insisting that I needed a social life and the boy they set me up with was a very nice Jewish (which is always a plus) boy whose mother they've known for years now. After they promised me that it wasn't that horrible boy Jacob Ben Israel, who used to stalk my every move in high school, I reluctantly agreed, if only to please them.
But Diary, something totally unexpected and surprising happened when I walked down those stairs. The person that waited for me with my fathers wasn't the hideous and grotesque boy I was expecting him to be; he was, to put it in lamest terms, hot.
He was the image of confidence (which is a trait I really admire because I think confidence is the first step to success) in a pair of dark denim jeans and a tight black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, showing off his lovely arms. He had a shaven head of dark hair cut into a mohawk, which isn't really my style, but it seemed to fit him. Plus with some persuading, I'm sure in the future I can convince him to get a much more sensible hair cut. He was tall but not too tall, and seeing as I am a vertically challenged person, that was a very good thing because I have no desire to look like a dwarf when we stand next to each other in the future.
With each step I took, I grew more nervous but at the same time excited. I slowed down my pace so I wouldn't accidentally trip and fall flat on my face in front of him; what a good first impression that would make! My heart began to beat faster and faster the closer I came, and the more I noticed the attractive curvature of his nose, his soft supple (kissable) lips and his strong jaw line. But when he smirked at me and licked his lips, that's when my heart really began to race. His teeth were straight and white which showed good hygiene and you know, Diary, that that is very important to me. Plus his smile showed that he approved of my looks as well.
When I took the final step and stood in front of him, he looked at me with the most beautiful set of hazel eyes I ever saw, and they actually seemed to sparkle. He greeted me with a casual head nod and a "'Sup?". And that was all it took-one syllable-for me to decide that Noah Puckerman would be mine one day.
And soon, he was going to realize it too.
-Rachel Barbra Berry
Inspired by movies like All About Steve, What's up Doc?, and Bringing up Baby. I just thought it would be fun to play around with how Rachel was totally into with Finn on the show but reverse it to Puck and how he would handle it.
Review please because I am not sure if this any good or not or if I should continue it or not.