Disclaimer: I own nothing. Although if I did own Glee, Puck/Rachel would definitely be endgame.

Author's Note: Well, I've been reading a lot of fics lately -- and a lot of them are amazing -- but I've noticed they have been rather fast-moving. So this is my attempt to write a fic that is more slow-moving and canon-compliant. This story will try to take into account all events that happen in the actual show, as much as possible with the storyline I will be developing myself in this story.

In this fic, there WILL BE FinnRachel and PuckQuinn, but look at the summary for answers as to whether it will stay that way or not.

Summary: PuckRachel. Because everything that happens in high school is just a drop in the bucket compared to what will happen once they get out.

Just a Drop in the Bucket
By PiperPaigePhoebe01

Chapter One

Allow me to let you in on a little secret.

I was never going to break up with Rachel Berry.

Sure, she still makes me want to light myself on fire, but she does have some perks. She is Jewish and has a fucking hot body that she has no problem displaying in those short little skirts and tight shirts. And she does have a pretty good voice, if you separate her singing voice from her talking voice, which sounds like she swallowed one of those SAT prep books whole.

But she didn't let me touch her boobs, so I knew the relationship wasn't going to work out anyway. She was ruining my image with the whole 'good guy' bullshit. Since when I have ever walked down the halls with a girl before? And did something for a girl that did not involve some sort of sexual favor in the mix?

Never, that's when.

There was just something about Rachel that drove guys crazy. Just look at Finn! He had Quinn, blonde bombshell, lying about him being the father of her baby just so they could stay together, and he still wanted Rachel. There was no denying it; Rachel drove all the guys loopy. Even when they have a perfectly normal girl, they have to go for the crazy one.

I'm blaming it on the skirts.

The skirts and the knee socks.

Anyway, she broke up with me. Except I do not get dumped. In fact, I don't even dump, because I do not have girlfriends. I have hook ups, one night stands, and flings, but never girlfriends. They're just a pain in the ass. You think you're going to get some action and then they spout all this nonsense about not being able to be with a guy who can't sing a solo and then when you go out and do nice things for them they break up with you because they're not over your best friend.

She wanted us to be friends.

That would be impossible.

I do not have female friends. Never have, never will. Especially not female friends who "want everything too much" and have this crazy obsessive relationship with Finn, who is too dumb to realize that you can't get pregnant through a hot tub.

So I'm over it.

My pool business is taking off again and after Glee practice today, I have several appointments lined up. If I'm lucky, I might get lucky.

There was a reason why I swore off high schools chicks.

They're too emotional. They expect you to do all these sappy things for them and then they don't properly appreciate them. But cougars? They expect appreciation and nothing else. And I am excellent at appreciating the female body.


Glee practice following the day at the bleachers was awkward. Finn ended up returning to the club, getting welcomed back with open arms, of course, because Finn can do nothing wrong. Especially when he brings Slushies with him, which is stupid, because didn't he just force Kurt to take a Slushie facial the other day?

For some reason, Finn has been getting on my nerves lately. Maybe it has something to do with the whole "taking responsibility for my baby" thing and being with Quinn, but we haven't been anything more than teammates for a while. And to risk sounding like a girl, I have been getting out my frustration over Quinn and the baby by tackling him especially hard during practice.

But Finn being there was not what made it awkward.

No, what made it awkward was the little smile that spread across Rachel's face when Finn walked through the door. She just looked so goddamn adoring, and it was pretty much the same fucking look she gave me when I came in. Which is goddamn frustrating, because the only reason he returned was because Coach Tanaka chickened out and removed the extra practice from our schedule.

Fuck it, I gave up football for her.

She should be a little more grateful. I'm the best tackler they have and I gave all that up. And I took a Slushie for her.

But she's a little too busy fawning over Finn to notice. And I only spare her a glance as we are grabbing our Slushies, because fuck her and her short skirts. She doesn't really matter either, in the grand scheme of things. The thing I notice most is Quinn.

She's in normal clothes.

Which means that Coach Sylvester kicked her off the team.

I don't confront her about it, because Rachel is busy fawning over Finn and Quinn does not look in the mood to talk. Mr. Schue does notice her looking upset, so he looks over at her.

"You okay?" he asks, as if it's not fucking obvious.

"Do I look okay?" Quinn says in a soft voice. "Now that I'm off the Cheerios, I'll start every day with a Slushie facial."

Mr. Schue spouted off some cheery shit about her having eleven people to help clean her off if that happened, and everyone agreed. Quinn didn't look too cheered up, but a smile did cross her face, so that was something, wasn't it?

And then everything just turned light and cheery, when Mr. Schue makes the mistake of admitting that he's never been Slushied before. Everyone, Quinn included, exchanges a look with each other, and Artie heads the slow movement toward Mr. Schue.

"One... two... three..."

The grape liquid splashes across Mr. Schue. He takes it like a man too, arms outspread, eyes screwed tightly shut. The Slushies stain his button-down shirt and slide down his chest, dripping down onto his shoes. He lets out a yell as the coldness envelops him, and everyone laughs at the look on his face.

Now that we have all been on the receiving end of a Slushie, it's no longer as funny as it used to be if someone in Glee gets Slushied -- but if it's Mr. Schue, it's pretty damn hilarious. Because in how many other classes can we actually throw a Slushie at a teacher and get away with it?

None, that's how many.

I look around at the other Glee members. Rachel is doing the same thing, and before I can avert my eyes, they meet. For a moment, we just stare at each other, Rachel looking like she wants to say something to me, but then she averts her eyes and the moment passes. I catch Quinn's eye and grin at her.

She smiles back.

Which is a fucking improvement over the last time I had any sort of contact with her. It's just going to get better from here.


"What ever happened to that nice Jewish girl you told me about?" my mother brings up during supper.

I don't answer for a moment, shoveling Chinese food from the take-out box into my mouth at a record pace. My mother waits patiently for me to chew and swallow. "Nothing happened," I say into my food.

"You should bring her around sometime, then," my mother said. "I would love to meet her."

"Oh, I'm sure you wouldn't," I mutter.

"She can't be any worse than that Santana girl," my mother points out. "Come on, I'm sure we'll get along fine. What's her name?"

"Rachel Berry," I say, then stand up. "And you're not going to meet her."

"Why not?"

"Because it's just not possible," I say as I exit the kitchen.

As I go up to my room, I decide: fuck Rachel Berry.

It was time to get my baby mama back.


Author's Note: Well, here's the first chapter. At some points, I found Puck easy to write, and at others, I found him hard to write. What did you think of it so far, though? Please review!

I have very big plans for this story… if I can pull it off.