A/N: I ship Puckleberry, I always have, they're a cute couple. I know I write Finchel and Faberry, but PuckleBerry is where my heart lies. I've wanted to write this for a long time. So, here it is, chapter one. I hope you like. Please leave me a review.
Is It Just Me?
Noah Puckerman was the bad boy of McKinley High School, he was the one all the girls who didn't know what was good for them wanted, and after countless pleading and teasing, Noah would give in, but no-one knew him as Noah, he was Puck at School. His 'hawk was his signature look, without it, he wouldn't be Puck. He was on the football team, and his constant training kept him well built, and toned. Walking into school, sporting a tight grey t-shirt and his leather jacket, along with a pair of worn black jeans, he attracted a lot of attention, but there was always, that one girl, that same girl, that didn't turn around and swoon like the rest, and her name was Rachel Berry.
Rachel Berry was the good girl, the no nonsense wannabe Broadway star, she wasn't the centre of attention unless she was singing or demanding something for a performance. She was a self obsessed diva. Rachel Berry was simply known to everyone as Rachel Berry, she had no nickname, unless she was dating someone, and there was no-one at the moment. Rachel didn't dress provocatively, but Puck still managed to find her so damn attractive, with her knee length dresses, and calf high schools, she wasn't what every guy wanted, but she was the kind of girl that Puck needed. Yet she never gave him the time of day at school, they were forced to communicate at temple on holidays, but that was it. There was no need for them to converse.
~~~~~~xoxoxoxoxoxoxo~~~~~~
Puck walked past Rachel, and as usual, she didn't notice him, but he noticed her, like always. He slipped into the choir room and took his normal seat at the top, in the far corner, out of the way, out of everyone's eye range. Everyone scurried in, and sat in the usual places. Rachel somehow managed to sneak in, without Puck noticing her, how she managed to do that was a mystery to him. Mr Schue stood at the front of the class, before turning, his handmade Italian shoes squeaking against the floor, and walked towards the board. He pulled out a whiteboard marker from his back pocket, and wrote the eight letter word large on the board and scribbled underneath it, to add emphasise to how important this was. Everyone looked at each other puzzled, and waited for Mr Schue to explain what was going on.
"Feelings," He said the word aloud, "there have been some tensions between people in this room, and I want people to express their feelings through song. Each of you will perform in the auditorium on Friday. I will be performing myself, and when I say each of you," Mr Schue looked up at Puck, who had refused to perform four times in a row, "I mean each of you will perform." Puck nodded, in understanding, he wanted to perform this week.
Rachel sprung from her seat and everyone groaned. She turned and glared, which made Puck chuckle.
"this has nothing to do with our assignment," with that comment, Mr Schue sat down, "Each and every one of you are invited to my birthday celebrations at Breadstix's tomorrow night," Rachel beamed, happily. "Oh, and it's formal casual attire please," she added.
Puck froze in his seat, how could he forget? It's been the one thing he's had to remember all goddamn month. He slapped himself in the face, and then had to quickly look to make sure no one had noticed. Mr Schue dismissed them, and outside the choir room, Rachel intercepted Puck. Seeing Rachel in front of him made him feel tense, he swallowed the saliva that his body has over produced.
"How can I help you my hot little Jewish American princess?" He pulled the Puck charm, making her blush. He loved it when she blushed.
It took a few moments for her to form her words.
"Puck, will you be attending tomorrow night?" Rachel asked nervously, looking around her, to see if anyone was looking in their direction. Puck raised an eyebrow at her, why did she care if he turned up?
"Yeah I will be, do you want me to pick you up?" Puck asked, he didn't mean to ask, it had just slipped out. He knew that she would be getting a lift with Mercedes or someone. Rachel looked at her shoes, and held her books closer to her chest.
"If you don't mind," she mumbled, still looking down.
Puck smiled softly, she was still the shy Rachel Berry that she was the last time they spoke.
"What time?" He asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket.
Rachel quickly looked up, and then seemed to think about something, she clicked her tongue against her mouth.
"Can I text you like half an hour before?" Rachel asked, she tried to sound confident, but it wasn't working.
Puck nodded, and then disappeared, he'd gone off to find her the perfect birthday present.
~~~~~~xoxoxoxoxoxoxo~~~~~~
Rachel exhaled, had she really just told Noah Puckerman that he could pick her up? She knew that she was getting herself into something far too deep for her to handle. She went to her next class, before she spent lunch with Mercedes, Blaine and Kurt. Sitting in the courtyard, Krt admitted to Rachel that he had seen her talking to Puckerman. Rachel chocked on a small chunk of carrot, and glared at him.
"What?" she spluttered, the piece of carrot finally going into her stomach. Kurt played with his lunch, before Blaine slapped his wist, making him stop.
" I came to find you, I saw you two talking, well mostly you blushing and doing that thing you do when you act shy," Kurt couldn't look up at her, he knew he was in dangerous waters. Mercedes coughed, making Rachel look at her. Mercedes was giving Rachel that 'what do you think you are doing?' look. Rachel sighed.
"Nothing is going to happen," Rachel defended herself, trying to finish her lunch.
They all looked at her, with that look.
"So nothing is going to happen with the guy that is still madly in love with you?" Mercedes scoffed.
Rachel snapped her head in Mercedes direction.
"Shit, you didn't know…" Mercedes slapped her hands over her mouth, telling herself mentally to shut up before she said anything else.
Rachel collected her belongings, and got up, she made sure she looked presentable and exhaled slowly.
"I will see you after school, then we'll go shopping for my dress for tomorrow night," She told them before she hurried off to the auditorium to practise her song that she had chosen to sing on Friday. Her belongings ended up on a chair at the front of the auditorium.
She stood in the centre of the stage, and looked up at the lights that had settled on her. She didn't see that Puck was sat up at the top, engulfed in darkness. He realised that she always looked nervous before she performed. The music started and Puck didn't recognise the song, by watching her, he could see the pain in her eyes, and he could watch her put herself through that anymore, and as quietly as Puck was able to, he slipped out of the auditorium. Rachel finished her song, and collapsed onto a heap on the stage, sobbing uncontrollably.
~~~~~~xoxoxoxoxoxoxo~~~~~~
Mercedes and Kurt stood waiting, Rachel was taking forever to choose a dress for tonight, and they were getting impatient.
"I think I've found it," Rachel whispered, just loud enough for them to hear. She stepped out of the changing cubicle. The dress she was wearing was an Adrianna Papell gown, from Macy's. The taupe pink colour complimented her skin beautifully.
"You look…wow!" Mercedes smiled, making Rachel feel more confident. Rachel nodded, this was the gown, this was it. She went back into the cubicle, and changed back into her normal attire, and then slipped the gown back on the hanger, before taking it to the cashier. Rachel didn't realise the price of the gown until the cashier told her, nervously, she passed the middle aged woman her dad's credit card. The transaction went through, and the woman passed Rachel a bag containing her new dress. Rachel was excited for tomorrow night now…
~~~~~~xoxoxoxoxoxoxo~~~~~~
Puck stood in front of the full length mirror, wearing his black dress pants, a matching black shirt, and a white dinner coat, there was nothing casual about his outfit, but at least he looked half decent. He pulled a face in the mirror, before shrugging off the attire. He'd chosen his outfit for tomorrow night.
~~~~~~xoxoxoxoxoxoxo~~~~~~
A/N:I am officially in love with my own story. Lol I hope you like. Please review.
