Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its associates.
AN: I am an obsessive Puckleberry author/reader. First FanFic, reviews please! Puck+Rachel POV
K, x
He watched her tight little ass sway slightly from side to side. Fuck, he already needed a cold shower. Her slight geekiness had some sort of weird sex appeal. And the Puckerman wasn't a 'geeky girl' sort of guy. He did Cheerios and hotties left, right and centre.
He realised he was following her. A flashback rolled through his mind.
Noah liked the swing. He remembered when his dad use to push him, just vaguely. He wouldn't do it often as he wasn't sober enough to do it in the first place. He spotted a little girl sitting on the gutter at the edge of the park, looking at him funny. She had big, doe eyes. Her thick lashes were slightly wet. Her slightly wavy, illustrious, brownish black hair was waist-length. Then she burst into tears. He stopped swinging back and forth. She reminded him of that time Mama hadn't stopped crying for days on end. Right after Papa disappeared.
He sat down on the gutter next to her,
"Why you crying? You too pretty to cry", he said with more courage than little 4 year old Noah Puckerman normally didn't have. With a surge of bravado he grabbed her hand,
"I like your hands. They're nice", little Rachel said, smiling meekly from underneath her hair.
Puck reeled back into the present as he was startled by an indignant sort of growl/squeal thing. His head snapped up. Berry was sprawled out on the floor, ice-cold corn syrup turning her beautiful hair even glossier. The cherry-flavoured slushy stained her light-blue cardigan, making the white button-up shirt underneath see-through. Concentrate for fuck's sake, Puckerman!
He tried to look casual as his anger built up. Wait, hold up. Why was he angry? It was Rachel fucking Berry, for Chrissakes. The girl who didn't come up for air when she spoke and had spent 12 hours in the lockup at Lima Police Station for protesting outside the mall on behalf of PETA, after she discovered how they made the soy-bean salad at the only vegetarian fast food outlet at the mall using child-labour or something like that. He didn't really pay attention when she started monologing. He just studied her cute little furrowed brow instead as she spoke.
"Hey Berry. You okay? That slushy-ing was kinda harsh. Even for you", he was shocked to see a fairly large cut on her cheek, bleeding profusely,
"What the fuck? Who the fuck did that? What the hell happened?", he was equally angry and worried. Berry hadn't even said a word yet. Scarily unusual.