Can't Stop
- everything has changed-
She just can't stop thinking about him.
He is the first thing she thinks about when she wakes up; and the very last thing at night. She can't concentrate in class, she can't concentrate in Glee, she can't think about anything but him! It frustrates her to no end, the fact that just the mere thought of him can leave her speechless, but he can talk with her and look at her and live his life, without showing any emotion.
The worst thing is; she broke up with him. She ended it, when it could have just kept on going. She ended it, and that hurts.
She offered to be friends, and he didn't take it.
She wanted to be friends more than anything in the world.
It doesn't help that her dad loves Neil Diamond and the only thing she can hear at night is the soft thumping of the records, the crooning of his voice whispering into her room. It brings back memories that she has tried her damn hardest to squash down, to forget about, its brings back the feelings she felt, watching him, his hands strumming so lightly on his guitar.
It brings back everything that she never wanted to remember again.
So she slips into bed, buries her head underneath her pillow, listens to the music, and cries.
The next day, she walks into school, bags underneath her eyes. Her eyes are bloodshot and she can hardly breathe for trying. She looks far from perfect, but she likes it, the baggy sweater and the short skirt. Her hair hasn't been combed and she's fairly certain that she cried into it, but she doesn't care.
For once, Rachel Berry acts like a regular teenager.
And when the slushy is thrown into her face, bits of grape ice dripping down her face, she doesn't care. All she can think about is how perfect Puck looks, the smirk on his face and the shirt molded to his chest.
Because damn, she thinks, she had something that good, that perfect, and she gave it up?
She's never felt so dumb.
She slinks into Glee practice late, her face flushed from scrubbing the slushy off. Mr. Schue doesn't seem to care; he lets her take her seat and continues talking.
And just because she has the best luck in the world, the only empty seat is next to Puck. So she takes it, and sits there, hands folded in her lap. Her hair shields her face from view, and she stares dead ahead, trying her hardest not to slip up and look at him.
She really doesn't need another reminder of how perfect he is, and how stupid she was to let him go.
Somewhere in between listening to Mr. Schue's speech and looking down at her fingernails- they need a cut- she becomes aware of a pair of eyes on her. She straightens up and glances sideways, meeting Puck's eyes.
She just wants to melt.
How can he be so perfect?
"You've got toilet paper stuck to your cheek," he says, tapping his own cheek.
She flushes red, peeling the offensive white paper away, and letting it drop to the floor. "Thanks," she whispers.
He just shrugs, and turns back to listening to Mr. Schue.
Why can't she just forget about him?
God, he's in love with Quinn!
But her own feelings for Finn have been unsteady lately, and she can't honestly say that nothing's changed.
Because everything has.
Good times never seemed so good.
First Glee fic, yay! I used to be a Fin/Rachel shipper but after Mash-Up, wow, I think I've fallen in love with Puck/Rachel. Anyways, reviews are love! And I most certainly do not own that last line, it belongs to Neil Diamond!