He'll Never Admit It
Summary: Basically, just Puck and a bunch of things he would never admit. This is episode one. Hopefully, I can follow the series by episode, but my life's so busy. I make no promises. Be sure to tell me what you think.
Rating: T (to be safe)
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My life had never been more pathetic than the day Rachel Berry discovered short skirts. It didn't help that she had incredibly long legs for a midget, or the fact that those legs looked as if they could wrap around me perfectly. It also didn't help that more than once I found myself picturing or dreaming what it would be like if she were to wrap them around my body. And it definitely didn't help that I had to add an extra 30 minutes to my cold shower in the morning because of those dreams. Not to mention the fact that the showers just made it worse, because I started to imagine those legs around me while we were both showering.
Rachel Berry had really screwed up my life and messed with my head. I mean, she's a freak. She walks around belting out show tunes with her head held high as if she owns the place. She talks as if she jumped out of an SAT prep book. And her voice is so loud and high pitched and annoying that it literally makes me want to set myself on fire.
Rachel Berry was definitely a freak. She's not supposed to be hot. But she is. She's so freakin hot that I find myself staring at those legs every time she walks by. But I'll never admit it.
What was with those skirts, anyway? I mean, did she even OWN a pair of pants? Even in winter, she insisted on wearing those tiny little things that didn't leave much to the imagination. Well, unless you were me. Then, there were plenty of things that you could imagine.
And that is where the slushies came in. I had to do something to stay on top of my game. I mean, what would happen if the world found out that I had frequent dreams about that Gleek? I'm Noah Puckerman. I can have any girl that I want, so why I was fantasizing over some loser? It didn't really make any sense, and I hated that.
So the slushies made it easier to deal with. After all, she deserved them for making my life miserable. It was her fault, after all. She's the one that doesn't know how to buy a pair of pants.
I was doing great giving her a daily slushie facial and walking away without looking back. Until one day she wore a skirt that was even shorter than usual, and I found myself doing a double take. And that's when I noticed it. The lip quiver.
It almost made me want to turn back. ALMOST. But I'll never admit it.
I didn't turn back, of course. Because, really, what kind of stud like me would care if he made a loser cry?
But, after that moment, I realized that I had started doing a double take after each slushie facial. It was just because I wanted to see the anguish on her face, of course. After she had ruined my life, I might as well get the benefit of watching hers be ruined too.
I definitely didn't mean to notice the way her tongue slipped out of her mouth and grazed over her lips slowly after I had thrown a grape slushie at her. Then, I left my mind imagine much more desirable things she could be doing with that tongue. But I'll never admit it.
I also thought it was interesting that grape seems to be both of our favorites. But I'll never admit it.
And then the worst possible thing happened: my best friend joined the homo explosion, the stupid show tunes belting group of biggest losers I had ever admit.
But, when he told me, I almost felt a little jealous. But I'll never admit it.
I actually loved music. I had been singing and playing guitar for as long as I can remember. But I'll never admit it.
I wished that I could break this stupid tough guy image that I had going on. But I'll never admit it.
After all, with Finn now part of the pansy club, I was the top gun. I was the sexiest and most desirable hunk at the school. I had to keep that image, so I harassed Finn about joining the pansies. I insulted the losers. I put that cripple in the port-a-potty. Because, now I was at the top. And it felt great. It was nice to be looked up to. It was nice to feel like I belonged somewhere. But I'll never admit it.
I was angry, though. Beyond angry. Because I could see the way Berry kept looking at Finn. Almost as if she wanted to wrap those legs around him, and it made me clench my fists every time. What was so great about sweet, perfect Finn, anyway? He was as dumb as a rock. And his goofy grin was annoying. What did Quinn and that loser chick Rachel see in him anyway?
The next day was even worse, because I saw Finn and those losers practicing in the auditorium. And they were actually good. But I'll never admit it.
Although, it wasn't all lost at first, because I noticed that Berry did, in fact, own a pair of pants. Which made me feel much better, because maybe I'd be able to get the image of her legs out of my head from now on. But then, she opened her mouth to sing, and I groaned. Because, now, all I could imagine was that voice screaming out my name. And then the image of her legs around me while calling out my name came to mind, and I thought I was going die of ecstasy. But I'll never admit it.
I definitely don't know how it happened. And I really wish that it hadn't. Because, at some point, I developed some sort of thing for Rachel Berry. But I'll never admit it.
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A/N: So… I have this idea in my head, but it's really hard to put on paper. I don't feel like this chapter really helped with what I wanted to say. It's so much harder to write from Puck's POV than a lot of the other things I've written. So, if you wouldn't mind giving me some pointers or anything, that'd be great. Also, tell me what you like and don't like. And please review?! It really helps inspire me and helps improve my writing.