A/N: Okay, so I was inspired to write this from the pics of the Glee folk filming in NY. It is not connected to my other stories.
I had originally planned it to be a ONEshot but I just started coming up with too many ideas.
Hope you like it. I guess it's my own personal wish for what will happen next season
Chapter 1
My senior year. Senior fucking year! How fucking badass is that? My year is gonna be kickass and I am gonna hookup with as many chicks that I want!
That's what I want to say. That's what I should be sayin. But no, instead my senior year is going to suck! Big Time! Why? Because I have to spend the entire year watching my best friend constantly doing what I wish I were doing.
Kissing Rachel Berry
Now, one would think I would be used to it by now. After that 'epic' (her words not mine) kiss they shared on stage at Nationals they can't keep their fucking hands off of each other.
OH! And that super romantic stroll through NY while Sam, Mike and I sang that Lady and The Tramp song for them. That was my idea. Yup, all the Puckerone.
Unfortunately, the second I saw her….and him…..well, her, it clicked. Something in my brain that hasn't happened since I saw Beth born. A desire to protect…to…how do I saw this with out sounding like a total pussy….fuck it whatever…I wanted her, alright? I wanted to be the one that she wanted for once. I wanted to be that guy, for her. Nobody else, just her.
But then, summer. We were like the fucking three amigos, three musketeers. It was us all damn summer. When I had to work on a pool, they would help (plus, they helped scare off the cougars, which I have zero interest in now). So I had to be tortured by Rachel in her blue and yellow polka dot bikinI while Hudson touched her EVERYWHERE.
We went to the damn movies. (Where I watched them hold hands and stared at her other hand trying my best not to grab it and run away with her)
Then to the God damn 4th of July parties and watched fucking fireworks.
Fireworks. That's when it happened. The three of us were on a blanket in the park watching the fireworks with the rest of Lima. Once the 'finale' started I looked over at Rachel. A big gigantic smile plastered on her face. The lights on her face, dude, the lights on her face. (whatever, fuck you I am no pussy) but it was in that moment that I realized…..
…I am fucking in love with Rachel fucking Berry.
So what am I gonna do about it? Nothing. Why? Because she doesn't want me. She wants him. It's always been him. There's nothing I can do about it.
Now, here I am at the first Glee practice of Senior year. Her next to me and him on the other side. Her hand in his, not mine.
October – Senior Year
"Noah, can you hold this for me?" Rachel was handing me her American History book. I took it and pretended to check out some Cheerios that walked by. She saw this and smiled.
"So, any ideas who you are going to ask to Homecoming?"
"I'm not going." She stopped whatever she was doing in her locker and looked over at me, "Noah, you have to go."
I looked down at her. The concern in her eyes really bothered me, "What? What's the big fucking deal? There is no one at this school that I would want to go with that isn't taken."
"Oh, well…Sam and Quinn do seem very happy. I'm glad they reconciled, they do make a rather adorable couple if you ask me."
I turned away from her and laid my head back on the locker behind me, "I don't care about Quinn, not like that."
I could see her still looking at me, "Alright Noah, is it Santana?"
"Fuck no! Been there done that…." I couldn't stand there anymore. I couldn't stand there and hear her list off my ex girlfriends, "Just forget it B, I gotta get to practice or Beiste is gonna make me run laps again."
I handed her book back to her and walked as fast as I could to the locker room.
When I got there, Coach Beiste had Finn in her office. He had this shit eating grin on his face that I just wanted to slap off of him. I saw him stand up and giver her….a hug?
"DUDE! You won't believe it!"
"Sup, Finnessa?"
"There's a scout coming from Ohio State! He's gonna be at the game Friday night!"
"That's awesome dude, but, what about New York?" I knew damn well that Finn had promised Rachel he would go to NY with her. All three of us had applied to the music school at NYU over the summer. My grades were pretty kick ass when I actually went to class and paid attention.
"She'll understand! She knows it's my dream to play college ball!"
I shook my head, "alright dude, but just warn me when you plan on telling her. I would like to protect this face from any thrown objects."
So, Rachel had actually talked me into tagging along with her and Finn to the stupid dance. Here I was, in a fucking tie, watching them dancing to what I considered our song, "Need You Now."
"Puck, is something wrong?"
"No Quinn, just peachy."
Her eyes moved to where my eyes were. She let out a big sigh, "You might not want to be so obvious."
She gave me an apologetic look and left to find Sam.
I noticed Rachel pull away obviously not happy about something. I sat forward in my seat as she let go of him and start walking away from the dance floor back to our table.
"Finn Hudson, you will ruin everything!"
"Rachel, don't you realize how big this could be for me?"
They had reached the table and I just sat and watched. Rude? Yes, but I couldn't seem to stop.
"Finn, why in the world would I ask you to apply to NYU if I knew you would end up staying in Ohio?"
"Rach, I didn't think I was going to play college ball. No one had seemed to be interested."
"Exactly and when I asked you if you were sure about NYU and if a football scholarship came up, what did you say?"
"Rachel, I"
She stomped her foot, "WHAT DID YOU SAY?"
Finn and I both jumped. Rachel NEVER raised her voice like that unless she had a microphone in her hand. I could see her eyes start to gloss over with tears. Fuck
"I said screw 'em," Finn spoke quietly.
"That's right." She grabbed her purse, "Noah, please take me home."
She stormed out the gym and gave a worried look at Finn, "Sorry dude, but I warned you."
I pulled into Rachel's drive way and shut off the engine. The whole ride home was silent. She had turned off the radio the second I turned on the truck. It may have had something to do with the fact that Only Exception was on.
The tears that I had saw start forming hadn't fallen and I prayed that they wouldn't while I was around. I couldn't stand seeing chicks cry, least of all, her.
"What do you think?" she whispered.
I shrugged, "I don't wanna get involved, it's between you two."
"No it's not, he promised you too. The three of us applied to NYU because we all wanted to be together."
The truth was, I just wanted to be with her, but I wasn't going to tell her that.
"Just wait and see what happens. The scout might not have liked him."
She laughed dryly, "Noah, you saw him last night. He was amazing! 300 yards and 3 touch downs? I may not be a football expert but he looked like Tim Brady out there!"
I laughed, "Tom."
"What?"
"Tom Brady."
"Whatever." She took off her seat belt.
She leaned over to give me a kiss on my cheek but I looked over at her to say something at the same time. Yeah, you can guess what happened next.
Her lips, my lips…..fucking fuck
This is bad, it's really bad, but I can't seem to fucking move away. I actually started kissing her back and my hand moved to the back of her head. She seemed to kiss back but backed away quickly and blushed. I was left speechless.
Not a damn word.
"I better get inside, good night Noah."
She slipped out of the truck and ran to her front door, not looking back. I watched as the front door shut and the porch light went dark. I sat for a second and saw the light in her room turn on.
Why the hell does my life have to suck and why the hell did that kiss have to be so damn wonderful.
I started the truck and started backing out when I saw her peak out her window. I could tell she was crying and it fucking sucks that I can't go up there and wipe them away….fucking pussy! What the hell has she done to me?
Oh boy, how interesting….
Can't wait to see what happens next! Since I have seemed to take on two stories at once, please be patient with the updates.
