More Rachel / Kurt being BFFs. :) Puckleberry coming soon. Don't own, or this would be canon, duh.
"There's really only … one boy I want to impress."
Rachel Berry's small face was flushed with excitement or embarrassment, or the anticipation of either, like he might shoot her down. Had she never had a girlfriend before?
"I can keep a secret," he assured her, the gossip center of his brain lighting up like a tacky Christmas tree.
"I just … I want someone to notice me." She reiterates, still looking caught between an over-eager puppy and one terrified of getting swatted with a newspaper.
He's already pulled the eyebrows off of her face. He's not sure how much more damage he can do. He locks his lips in an overdramatic gesture, but doesn't throw out the key. Yet. It could be really juicy, okay?
"Puck. I um. Want him to see me. Really see me."
Kurt lets out a long breath that turns into a laugh, tension he didn't realize he had seeping out of his muscles. "Well, Rachel Berry," he says, going for his bag and pulling out the expensive can of mouse, because desperate times call for desperate measures, "it's good to have goals."
Her face starts to fall, and he has to clarify. "No, don't pout; it's a waste of your new brows. It's also good to have goals in the presence of a miracle worker." He ends with a flourish at himself, and in an un-Kurt moment of bodily awkwardness accidentally pokes himself in the eye with the tip of the mouse.
"Frig!" he yelps and then when he can finally get his eye open and wipes away the water (because his eyes were watering, he was absolutely not crying) out if it, he can see that Rachel Berry is sitting in her weird little midget chair, shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter.
"Are you okay?" she asks finally, and it's belated, because it always takes Berry a long time to figure out the socially acceptable thing to do, and then she sends the proposal away to the Award Winning center in her brain to see if it matches up with her goals.
He's about to say yes, but then she actually laughs. "That's it," he says instead, "you're getting a lesbian haircut."
Her hand curls around the ends of her hair, hanging against her shoulder. Maybe she can't tell that he's joking, or maybe she's joking back. She's not very good at it, but he smiles anyways.
"Puck, huh?" he mutters to himself, eyeing her in a new light. Suddenly, he sees her makeover going in a whole new direction. "You guys would have, like, the cutest shipping name ever."
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