Written for a picture prompt at the puckrachel drabble meme on Live Journal.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Puck looked around his tiny apartment and huffed out a sigh as he scrubbed his hands across his face. He had figured that it would be hard; he wasn't expecting to be instantly discovered the second he moved to New York, but shit was getting ridiculous. With only open mic nights and a few bar gigs to his name he was starting to get discouraged.
The sound of a key in the lock interrupted his musings and brought a smile to his face. His girl would be able to snap him out of this funk.
Rachel was juggling her bags as she stepped through the door and immediately found herself wrapped up in her boyfriend's arms.
"Noah, as much as I appreciate the greeting, you're crushing the groceries," she said, awkwardly patting him on the back.
"Sorry baby," he murmured from his spot against her neck. He pulled away and plucked the bags from her hands, dropping them to the floor. Rachel then drew him back into her embrace and softly stroked the back of his neck.
"What's wrong?" she whispered.
"Nothin'. Just missed you," he replied.
"Noah."
"S' nothin'," he reiterated, grasping her hand and pulling her after him toward their bed/couch. Rachel, having known him for so many years, understood that was his not-so-subtle way of telling her that he needed physical contact (because her emotionally stunted boyfriend could never just come out and say he wanted to cuddle).
She snuggled down next to him, kicked off her shoes, and tangled their feet together. She brought one hand to rest above his heart as the other stroked over the ridiculous haircut he just couldn't seem to get rid of. She pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw and felt him relax against her. He would eventually tell her what was bothering him, but in the meantime she'd just enjoy the moment.
