A/N: I don't own Glee nor the characters within. I was prompted the first sentence and Puckleberry by destinypestiny. Thanks!
"Rache, slow down."
"I can't slow down, Noah. We should have been there for an hour already, as it is."
Sighing, puckering his lips, Puck used the hand not clutched in Rachel's to smooth over his mohawk. Watching the people they power-walked past send them curious glances, he sped up to slide his arm around Rachel's waist, forcing her to stop. "Cool it," he smiled arrogantly down at her, spreading his fingers to cup her lower back, bringing them chest to chest, "We have tickets. We've already paid."
Rachel closed her mouth, expression smoothing. "You paid," she smiled up at him.
"I did, didn't I?" Shrugging his shoulders, Puck grinned down at her, his grin becoming wider when she reached up to fix the direction his mohawk was falling on his forehead, "Remember that when people dare to call me a good-for-nothing moocher."
Rachel frowned. "Anyone who's ever said anything like that is sadly, greatly misinformed. And wrong." Standing on her tiptoes, she kissed him quickly, meaningfully. "Now," she stepped from Puck's grasp, tugging on his hand again, "I'd still feel better if we get to our seats as soon as possible."
Looking towards the ceiling, Puck sighed innocently, one corner of his lips turning up, "As long as I get some more of your lips once we get there."
Rachel flushed. "We'll see," she murmured, pulling him after her, averting her eyes; a second later floating back to him, "But over the clothes."
"Damn."
