Story notes: First P/R drabble meme fill! Song is Christina Aguilera "Come On Over (All I Want Is You)"
Prompt: You couldn't push my buttons if you tried. In fact, I have no buttons. Please think of me as button-less, all smooth like G.I Joe's nether-regions.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Super sad times.
Rachel smiled coyly at him from her spot in the middle of the choir room floor. Tina and Quinn knowingly rolled their eyes from behind her as they chimed in between Rachel's lines.
All I want is you
Come over here baby
All I want is you
You make me go crazy
All I want is you
Now baby don't be shy
You better cross the line
I'm gonna love you right
All I want is you
Puck eyes were trained to her while she shimmied around the floor. Finn's eyes were wide as he glanced over at Puck to see if he was having the same reaction (physically and mentally). Seeing that he wasn't the only one supremely shocked by Rachel's solo choice for glee that day, he turned his attention back to the hot girl shaking her ass in front of him.
Rachel finished the song and curtsied daintily as Quinn and Tina returned to their seats to collect their belongings while Mr. Schue blabbered on about everyone stepping out of their comfort zones like Rachel had. Puck completely tuned him out… I mean really, what the fuck does the guy even do besides talk about Rachel either being awesome or being an idiot? Damn, Puck thinks about her enough, he doesn't need Schue putting her in his mind even more.
Before he knew what he was doing, he was pulling her by the elbow toward his chair as the rest of the club filed out of the room. She gave him a look that was a combination of shock and amusement. He certainly was not amused.
"What the fuck was that, Berry?" he spat out at her.
Raising an eyebrow, she countered. "I do not know to what you are referring, Noah. You must be more specific when bringing up incidents that apparently warrant the use of such appalling language!"
He rolled his eyes dramatically. "Damn it, you know what I'm talking about. That little… routine. You were practically eye-fucking me the whole fucking time." She smirked at him—actually smirked his smirk! Can you fucking believe that? –and shrugged. "I suppose I find a bit of enjoyment in pushing your buttons, Noah. Aren't you the one who's always told me to loosen up and have fun? That's precisely what I was doing."
Shaking his head, he gripped her elbow tighter and pulled her against him. "You couldn't push my buttons if you tried. In fact, I have no buttons. Please think of me as button-less, all smooth like G.I Joe's nether-regions." His jaw was clenched tightly and his breath was coming in hard puffs from his nose. It didn't help when she started giggling.
"Noah, you are one of the easiest people to toy with. And I used to date Finn Hudson, if you don't recall." She laughed as she started to turn away from him but his grip on her elbow kept her in place as he lowered his head and crushed her lips with his own.
"Don't fuckin' toy with me, Berry. I fight fire with fire." With that, he released her elbow and snagged his backpack off the floor to slip out of the room, leaving a wide-eyed Rachel Berry in his wake.
