I'll start with an apology (Man do I start all of my fics like this now?). Between fulltime university, fulltime work and fulltime life; writing is coming a distant 12th. I have not forgotten about any of my stories. I recently reread all of them and added 'complete' status to the ones I felt were finished but I am still writing for the rest. In theory.

I haven't been particularly inspired. Between reading boring text books and sitting through boring lectures, my imagination is asleep. Thus, this little prompt exercise. I spent about ten minutes on this. I doubt any of them will be longer than 1000 words, but I'm hoping it'll help. I also won't be adding to any of them. These will be my Puckleberry ones, and I'm sure I'll add an Olicity one in the next week or so. Thanks for your patience, gentle readers.

Enjoy! Rated T+ because of Puck's mouth.

prompt: An unabeled can of soup, a cigarette pack full of m&ms, an unrequited crush

Puck slammed the door behind him as he stormed into his apartment. The fight had been pointless, a common theme in all of their fights lately. He chucked his wallet and phone on the couch as he headed into the kitchen to grab a beer.

She drove him up the fucking wall. He wasn't her goddamned boyfriend and yet he was still getting stuck dealing with this crap.

Opening the fridge he cursed under his breath. His roommates had finished the pizza again. He opened the cupboard and dubiously stared at the lone can of unlabeled soup. He shook his head and closed the cupboard. That was the last time he put Sam in charge of groceries.

He trudged back into the living room and sat heavily on the couch. He flicked through the channels aimlessly as their fight assailed his already exhausted psyche. Their fights had gotten more and more toxic and he doubted that either of them were really mad at each other. They'd been dancing their little dance for too damn long and the sexual tension had finally become real tension.

He had acted like a dick, he'd own that. But where the hell did she get off inviting him over to help pick out her date outfit? She had to know how he felt. So he snapped. She was playing games and they were too old for this crap.

Puck's fingers twitched for his pocket blindly. He only kept the pack of cigarettes for occasions like this. He'd quit that crap years ago. And yet he found himself smoking once or twice a week lately. He stood and moved over to the window. Opening the window, he climbed onto the fire escape. The last thing he needed was shit from Blaine and Sam for smoking inside. He popped the carton open and reached for the lighter in his pocket. His eyebrows furrowed when he reached for a cigarette and came away empty.

"What the hell?" He muttered before turning the carton upside down. He watched as the m&ms fell into his outstretched hand. His eyes snapped shut as he warred between fury and amusement. He popped the chocolate into his mouth before crawling back in through the window. He tossed the empty pack on the couch and grabbed his wallet and phone.

He hurried through the snow that was lightly falling around him. He managed not to slip as he ran up the steps and pounded on her front door. He shivered on the doorstep as he heard her fumbling with the locks. The door cracked open and his eyes landed on her tear-stained face. He sighed and stepped forwards.

"I'm sorry." He promised as he brushed the last remnants of tears from her cheeks.

Rachel shook her head vehemently. "No, I'm sorry. I acted like a brat. I shouldn't have asked you over for that reason. I don't even have a date tonight. I was just so tired of us beating around the bush and-" Her words were cut off as he pressed his lips against hers. There was no hesitation as she threw herself into the kiss.

She stepped back and licked her lips. "Chocolate?"

Puck chuckled and shook his head. "I needed a smoke."

Rachel rolled her eyes with a shrug. "They're so unhealthy, Noah!"

Puck laughed and followed her into her home. "And chocolate is better?"

"I was trying to come up with better ways for you to deal with your stress. Smoking is so unhealthy and the last thing I want is for-" He kissed her and she huffed. "You really need to stop doing that when I'm talking." She told him, failing to look offended.

Puck waggled his eyebrows and pulled her against his chest. "I can think of a few great stress relievers, Rach."

As Rachel shivered in anticipation, Puck realized that maybe his feelings for her hadn't been so unrequited after all.

Thoughts? Thanks for reading.